Pet Hates
Posted in Uncategorized on 03/02/2010 01:30 am by Cassie
Beware angry tart!
One of my pet hates are inconsiderate, self centred people!
A week ago on Saturday I had an invitation to a girl’s night out on the town to celebrate a friend’s 40th birthday. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to go, but when I found out that out of all the women she had invited all but one had cried off, I couldn’t let her down now – could I?
So I bought a gift voucher from a lingerie shop and a nice card and got myself a new dress (half price in a sale, woohoo!) and steeled myself for the night out.
Saturday early evening another friend’s daughters descended upon me, asking to use my flat to get ready with their friends for their night out (not a completely unusual occurrence) and I agreed as long as they helped me get ready too. Hearing that the birthday girl had planned drinks in a favourite bar, moving on to a favourite club the girls decided to tag along – all I needed, chaperoning a gaggle of 20 somethings!
Amidst the chaos of make-up, bling and clothes a favourite client called and left a message to book me for the evening, oh boy was I tempted to cancel my friend, but I am a loyal sort of person and if I make an arrangement I keep it, so I told him I couldn’t make it.
We are supposed to meet at 8:30pm, but at 8pm my friend tells me they are running late and it will be 9ish, so the girls decide to go off on their own after all (small blessings, lol).
Then I get a message at 8:15 saying I’m welcome to join the birthday girl and her friend for dinner and they’d let me know where once they got to Chester.
Now it was meant to be meet for drinks, so I had not long ago eaten, so I declined and commented that they would not make the bar for 9pm, if they were going to a restaurant first. She apologised and said she would let me know when they went to the bar and I could meet them then.
So birthday girl expected me to either sit around dressed to the nines at home or sit in the bar drinking on my own like ‘Billy no mates’ for a couple of hours, while her and her friend have their meal!
I was furious, told her to forget it and I’m afraid I didn’t even have the grace to wish her a happy birthday or a nice evening.
I know it was her birthday and her choice, but one should consider one’s guest a little, right?
This Saturday she sent me a text asking if I wanted to come out – I think not! Oh, And I bought myself some sexy knickers with the voucher.