Okay, so you know how I wanted to see the US
Girl With The Dragon Tattoo with my friends, my sort-of boyfriend, and his friends in lieu of going to a party? That didn't work out.
First of all, my friends weren't able to make it. (These things happen.) Then, before I even left the the house, I was like, 'wow, I would really rather stay home and play with my internet friends than go out.' Because I was stressed about getting to the theater in time, plus getting gas, I left as soon as I could, planning on having a nice chunk of time before the movie started to finish reading a book I was really enjoying. Well, thank god I left early, because I absolutely needed that time to spend a half an hour circling around the general proximity of the theater before I could actually find it.
Then it turns out that the majority of sort-of-boyfriend's friends couldn't make it, leaving this one guy who I don't know very well, but all signs point towards asshole.
And then I actually watched the movie. To be honest, I don't know how good the movie is on its own merits - my overwhelming impression was that everything this movie did well, the original Swedish version did better, and without being OH MY FUCKING GOD SO RIDICULOUSLY LONG (I may have seriously considered take a 'bathroom break' and reading in the lobby).
( more bitching )Seriously, I need to watch Casino Royal now to get the taste of his character out of my mouth. Flist, if you desire a Daniel Craig fix (and you know you do), just rewatch the Bond movies - you'll be happier in the long run. I'm bemoaning the fact that neither Casino Royale nor Quantum of Solace is available via netflix streaming.
THEN it turns out that my sort-of-boyfriend got a ride with his probably-an-asshole friend, who's like, 'are you coming to C's party?' (C is a mutal friend of me, my sort-of-boyfriend, and probably-an-asshole.)
And I go, '...yes?' because even though my plans for dragging my sort-of-boyfriend off to my flat for adult pursuits has been
completely blown (without going into details - we live far enough apart that not having individual transpo is a bit of a big deal), I still wanted to make out with his face before the evening was over.
So I get to C's party and
she isn't even there. It's just me, sort-of-boyfriend, and a bunch of C's other friends who I don't know at all. Since I hadn't had a chance to give sort-of-boyfriend his Christmas present yet, I asked him out to my car, we made out for a while, and then I came home.
Way to end with a whimper, 2011.