It has all been sorted out, apparently. It was all a misunderstanding with communication. We still lost two people over it; two good people. Dammit.
Oh, and quite a few of us are indeed not going, including myself. But don't worry...
Now all I have to get pissed about is James Blunt managing to conquer America (I'm not blaming Butch, Jen or the rest of my American friends because I know most of them - except possibly Teresa, my first penpal - wouldn't listen to that kind of neutered sappy crap, right?) and the possibility of FHM's list reaching a new low. More tomorrow, or whenever it comes out. Yep, it's that time of year again...
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