See, this sort of thing is why I hate agreeing to do anything, ever.
Some of my friends (well, okay, pretty much everyone I interact with on a regular basis these days, my social life has been suffering lately) are running an art exhibition this week with a variety of their work. A few days ago, I think it was just after the exhibition started, one of them (basically the one organising it all) suggested that I should host a 'film night', basically just showing a couple of the strange, obscure films I usually watch in the gallery space while they have it.
Others quickly latched onto this idea, despite my attempts to laugh it off, and it refused to die.
It got postponed a bit, mainly due to me being badly ill for a few days, and I thought it was forgotten about- but then as it turns out the exhibition is on for a couple more days than expected. Last night we had a brief "rave" in the gallery space, which was the first time I'd actually gotten around to being there, and now all of a sudden today is supposed to be the day of this stupid "movie night".
I woke up at around 3 or 4PM to a message from the friend organizing this, asking what time I was planning on being there. >.>
Nevermind that I was planning on going to a party on the other side of town tonight, and I'm pretty sure I mentioned this yesterday, I'm expected to project a bunch of eye-wateringly bad Z-Grade films for a bunch of hipsters I don't know in the back of some tiny art gallery.
Also my other friend, the only one of us with a car, apparently has a flat tyre. Also he's the one whose laptop we'd use to show these films, as well as probably acquire files for in the case of one or two that I don't already own, but I have no idea where he is and his phone appears to be turned off.
Somehow I doubt this whole disorganized mess is going to take off. I think I'll just go back to bed and pretend I never got out of it.
Edit: Yeah, yesterday pretty much sucked.
I ended up bailing on the party I was about to head to (because ooh! It's all windy and stuff! And I'm stressed! I don't wanna have to wear a beanie when I go out! Waah!
Also I couldn't really be bothered in the first place.) and hung out with my housemates for the evening, watching a strange variety of visual media and drinking the beers I bought for said bailed-on party, as well as a fair amount of goon.
At least watching stuff was fun. Unfortunately everyone was kinda sleepy and one friend gave up fairly early, so we didn't end up watching much Always Sunny In Philadelphia, but then myself and another friend wound up watching Peter Jackson films which was most enjoyable. Still need to sit everyone down for a longer sesh of Always Sunny, though.
That show is
the tits.