FWC FTW!

Goldie Hawn tweeted yesterday: Just had the most fab lunch with Diane and Bette talking about another film! Best part was being together!

Anybody who has any sort of pop culture knowledge whatsoever knows that Diane and Bette refer to Keaton and Midler respectively. If this tweet means there is going to be a sequel to The First Wives Club, I am going to kill myself. No no. You don't understand. I will have to kill myself if there is a sequel to The First Wives Club, because nothing greater or of higher importance will ever happen to me as long as I live. Ever. Okay, I take that back. If Bette Midler and Stevie Nicks did anything together - recorded a duet, wrote a song, performed a concert - that would be the best thing of all time. But a First Wives Club sequel would just be...I can't even describe what feelings I would have to see this come to fruition!

There have been whispers of a sequel to this movie for years. Bette has even mentioned it in interviews before, saying that it has been talked about but that Hollywood views the three of them as being too old to carry a film (which was actually said when the first one was done). But with the recent turnaround (Mamma Mia anyone?) at the box office, I totally think that the studios could have a really big hit on their hands. The first movie was done through Paramount, so I don't know if they have the rights, or where things stand on that front, but personally I think any studio would have to be stupid to turn down three high caliber stars such as Hawn, Keaton, and Midler. It would be a goldmine!

Of course, I'm probably biased.

UPDATE: Bette Midler tweeted this about 30 minutes ago:

Three First Wives yakking about their new movie project.... @goldiehawn

With this picture:

I. Died.

My supervisor today actually asked me if I knew why Kris Kristofferson introduced Barbra Streisand at last night's Grammy Awards. Bitch, please. I know more about the legacy that is A Star Is Born than you ever possibly could.

Dear Guy that wasn't paying attention and ran a stoplight, hitting my car on December 19, 2010:

Thank you so much for your inattention to traffic signals, as I am still reeling from the effects of your actions. You caused me to be without my car for five straight weeks, during which I had to pay for a rental car because your insurance policy didn't fully cover that. Then, after driving my car for a week, I had to be without it again in order to have another issue fixed that was caused by the impact of your vehicle against mine. By the time I get it back, I will have been without my car for another week. I have suffered incalculable amounts of stress due to this accident, not to mention financial strain. I have, since December 19, had to make two payments on my automobile. Nearly $700 paid toward a vehicle that I have been able to drive for one week out of the past seven.

I have suffered stress not only because of the absence of my vehicle during this time, but also due to the lack of good service that I have received from the repair facility, including but not limited to the fact that my car was returned to me in far less than the immaculate condition in which I have always kept it. But, I do suppose I am partially to blame for this problem, since I was the one that chose the repair facility in the first place.

I am sure, good sir, that your vehicle was totalled and your issues were resolved quickly and efficiently. Since you are a male, I have no doubt that the insurance and body shop gods have smiled upon you in recent weeks and gotten things done in a timely manner in order to appease you. I wish I were able to receive the same courtesies in life. However, since I was not born with a penis, people tend to think they can walk all over me, since I clearly don't possess enough testosterone (aka "intelligence") to have any idea what I'm talking about in any situation.

I hope the holiday season treated you well, and I hope you are enjoying whatever vehicle you are driving at this time. I hope your mother (aka the insurance policy holder) did give you a good scolding for the deductible she more than likely had to pay due to your transgression. Good luck in the future, and thank you again for fucking up my life so supremely.

Yours truly,
Claimant

woes

I finally got my car back on Monday of last week. You'd think that would be the end of the saga, right? No. Wrong.

When I picked my car up from the body shop, five weeks exactly from the day the vehicle was delivered there, it was filthy. Granted, I don't know much about the policies of auto body shops, but you'd think that if you had to remove and replace an entire door on a vehicle, plus paint it, that you'd clean it up a little bit. Fortunately the fabric on the interior was okay for the most part, but every non-fabric surface inside my car had to be wiped down. There was dust from the air bags, and paint dust, all over. I was furious. I have always kept my car impeccably clean, and the fact that they had inconvenienced me even further...I cannot explain to you the anger that I felt. Plus my seatbelt wouldn't retract, so that was just an added bonus. I had to leave work to pick up my car in the first place, but I couldn't stand the dirtiness so I went to Walmart and bought some Armor All and cleaning rags, and I cleaned the car out. I cleaned so much grime off of the interior, plus the whole seatbelt thing that was going on, that I decided to go back to the body shop and complain. I had them fix the seatbelt first, which took all of five minutes, and then brought the claims guy over to my car with me to show him the rag that I had used to clean the car. I told him how upset I was, and he took the rag to his supervisor to show him. They gave me a coupon for free detailing. I wasn't really happy with that. (They didn't detail the car in the first place, so why would I just assume they would do it, and do it well, if I took it back up there?) But I didn't pay a dime for any of the repairs done, so there was really nothing else they could have done to appease me. Fine, whatever, I thanked the guy and tried to shrug the experience off. After I returned to work (two hours later) and complained to anyone who would listen, that is.

So, then, Friday I took the car to the dealership for its 15000 mile check-up. When I had picked up the car from the body shop on Monday, the fuel gauge showed a full tank. I knew I didn't have a full tank when I wrecked, so I just assumed they filled it and didn't think twice about. Didn't think about it on Friday either. Then on Saturday I drove to Lawrenceburg to visit a couple of the bourbon distilleries. On my way back into Lexington, I realized my gauge was still on full, which was impossible. I hadn't driven all that far between Monday and Friday, but all the way to Lawrenceburg? There was no way it was still full. When I went out for coffee Saturday night I thought I should fill up. Maybe the gauge would reset? Anyway, it cost me $41.26 to fill up my car, and my fuel tank capacity is 13.2 gallons. I put over 13 in the car. I got so lucky that I didn't run out of gas.

This morning I dropped off my car at the body shop so they could have they fuel gauge checked out. That was about a quarter after 9. Six hours later, and I've heard nothing. But I don't suppose I should be surprised. I'm in another rental car, but at least this time I don't have to pay for it. *sigh*