So a friend of mine, who happens to be a BM, mentioned in another internet forum that she was considering going on an audition tonight. (This was last night). I ask a few questions and find out the show is Grease. I love that show. I've been doing theatre since I was five and have been in a dry spell since I started teaching (I'm a music teacher and I've been busy directing vocal ensembles and musicals). But I've been excessed effective the end of the year, and I need something to do so that I'm not depressed in May and June. So I do a little research based on what she told me and contact the theatre to ask if I could audition a different day, since I couldn't make it tonight. I was also trying to decide if I SHOULD do it, since the show closes 2 weeks before my wedding.
Fast forward 24 hours. I IM her on facebook and ask how the audition went, since I couldn't go. She ATTACKED me and accused me of competing with her and quote, "Stealing her thunder," and "this was going to be MY thing." WTF? She says that I'm always comparing my losing a job to her not being able to keep a boyfriend. Apples and oranges, folks. Completely unrelated! She b*tches about her job all of the time and I tell her that while she may not LIKE her job, at least she HAS one, but that's a fact of life in this economy.
It got to the point where I quoted Meg and Sarah - "You are not Thor. You have no thunder." I am LIVID. I thought that we could maybe go on the audition together, that it could be fun. She took it completely the wrong way, as though I'm trying to take something from her. I'm pissed. I realize that I need to calm down, but I don't want to talk to her, communicate with her, see her EVER again. This is not how a FRIEND behaves. I swear, if she hadn't ordered the dress already, I might not have given her the freaking dress info. I will probably feel differently in 24 hours, but right now, I can't believe the way she treated me.

RIP Dr. Irving Fishman - 10/1/19-7/25/10 - thank you for holding on for me.
You made my wedding day complete.