My friend who came into town, decided to have her birthday dinner at the most expensive restaurant in Seattle. It is not a little known fact that I don't have hundreds of dollars to be throwing down on a meal that Im going to eventually expel from my body anyways. I had absolutely no idea how incredibly pricey this dinner was going to be until I looked at the menu online. I couldn't even afford to just drink and eat an appetizer. After further investigation of the lunch menu, I noticed said restaurant displayed basically the same meals, at about 65% of what they charge for the dinner! Overall, this was going to shape up to be the most expensive purchase I've made in months (aside from rent...) and I just honestly couldn't afford it. Now, I'm sorry but if a friend can't afford something, I consider it bad form to turn around and give her a guilt trip. Most people would understand, acknowledge the high prices, and be satisfied with my company out at the bar we had all planned to go to for drinks.
I guess it wasn't going to be enough. I woke up the next morning thinking everything was fine, that she understood, and that we would all still have a swell breakfast and proceed together to go look at Bridemaid's dresses. I was completely WRONG. I came home to a message notifying me that they had bumped up their departure time for breakfast by a half an hour. 5 phone calls later my friend finally picked up. Breakfast had been moved to Alki, and it seems the general consensus was it would be a better idea for me to just meet them at the dress shop.
I had been SHUT OUT.
Apparently, my not being able to attend dinner was a HORRID thing, and I was a terrible friend for having an issue with the outrageous prices. (OH and PS. I had just had lunch with her and her fiance not 1 day prior.) All of a sudden, standing in the middle of my living room, I felt as if I had time warped back to high school, and I saw how pathetic it was that I had allowed someone to effect me and my happiness to the point of tears. I had had enough.
I called my friend's phone and low and behold she couldn't even pick it up, she had to give it to someone else. I immediately thought... "how childish is this going to get? You can't even pick up the phone and talk to one of your "best friends"." What kind of friendship is that? It's a friendship based on conditions, and obviously I hadn't met her conditions to be considered worthy enough to even talk to on the phone.
Long story short, I apologized to our mutual friend, and asked she let the birthday girl know I would not be attending the dinner as well as the dress shopping, and I just can't have people in my life who I'm not good enough for. I didn't even have to say anything else, as soon as my message was relayed I'm sure I was black listed and I will inevitably be shunned by this group. As sad as it was to have to end such great friendships, I can't be friends with someone who values the appearance of going to a fancy dinner over my feelings, and sheer ability to afford it.
IN OTHER NEWS:
I spent my weekend with the most amazing woman! Saturday we hung out with her friend Lauren, and made it an early night in preparation for FolkLife the next day. The rain let up just enough for us to stroll up the street from her new parking spot, and enjoy some food and crafts at the festival in Seattle Center. Monday we got up at 6am, and began packing the last of her things, and I spent my day scrubbing floors, vacuuming, mopping, and dusting. When we were done with that place it sparkled! For my efforts I was rewarded with a 314 Burger from Broadway Grill (yum), and Snow Patrol tickets @ the Paramount (yippie!!). Disclaimer: I have the best girlfriend, EVER. Be jealous.
Things are already starting to be homey at the Hotel Motel Holiday Inn, sooner rather than later life will get back to normal. (Even though I didn't mind the craziness.) My life is full, and happy.
My cup runneth over.
