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Jun. 15th, 2008 11:00 pmLast night I went out to dinner with some of my cousins. It was a joint birthday celebration as two of us have birthdays the same week. Earlier in the day, there was some confusion between me and the birthday boy via text when I realised he had the wrong time for dinner and he proceeded to get pissy with me over it (though he later told me he'd just been jesting, uh-huh). I spelt it out for him that I had suggested the time as the restaurant had two sittings and the later one seemed a bit too late but had said that it could be changed if anyone had a problem. As nobody replied, I went ahead with the booking. He was all, oh that was four weeks ago, how am I supposed to remember that and I thought you knew I finished work late on a Saturday. I nearly rang him and told him to forget the whole thing at that point. I didn't but I did get that feeling of 'I was only trying to do something nice and get out for dinner, I was not looking to make a dramatic production out of it starring people who were quite happy to have me do all the work and then not bother to even reply when I made the arrangements'.