I skipped both the hiking and synagogue, because I don't feel like getting dressed this early in the morning. It's supposed to rain today, anyway.

OMG, realised this afternoon that I'd missed my grandmother's birthday. I am a worm.

I just phoned her, and she was kind about it (well, I don't think she could make out much of what I was saying - her carer passed on the message) - but for fuck's sakes, that's THE ONLY THING I'm supposed to do, duty-wise, as a granddaughter - phone her on her birthday. She's stuck in her living room, dependent on her carers and my mum for everything, and her quality of life sucks. And I am so self-involved that I can't even take five fucking minutes to make sure I remember her birthday.

I lose at life.

And I can't undo it. Damn it damn it damn it.

Eh. You're feeling shitty about it, which is what you're supposed to do. You won't forget next year -- program it into your phone AND email NOW, and get her a special Xmas gift.

Done is done. Try better. And...you're done.

Fay, you're not a worm. I'm really bad at birthdays. Even family birthdays. I'm the worm.

I knew I skipped my Gramma's birthday. We don't get along so well.

I'm flipping through channels and just found a movie version of Annie from 1999. Alan Cumming is playing Rooster. His accent is painful. "I remembuh the way ah sainted muthuh..."

Alan Cumming is playing Rooster.

I much prefer Tim Curry.

I much prefer Tim Curry.

Definitely.

Yay for balloons and cake. So, what were the tasks?

Um, "buy [meara] a shot", "compliment [meara]", "buy meara a drink", "get the DJ to announce meara's birthday" (sadly that one was popped too late to be possible), and then one balloon I popped at the end because I couldn't bear to pop all the balloons because they were pretty and fun, and it was "ask meara to dance" and it was after the country music stopped at the techno started so I was like "OK!" and danced with myself to techno for a second. Heh.

Then we went and hung out at the leather social (it's some big leather event weekend so they were out in force) and one of my friends was selling leather gear for tiny people (ie women, especially who are smaller than a size L), and asked if one of my friends wanted to model stuff, and we flirted and laughed at her wearing it, and my other friend loved it and bought it for her. It was awesome.

It's also got Kathy Bates as Miss Hannigan. She seems to be having way less fun with this role than she could be. She just seems grumpy. This part requires all-out falling-over bitter drunk.