Do y'all remember the upcoming dinner party at the Glenview, where the longsuffering Fun Sink will prepare a multi-course repast in a tiny kitchen, alone, garnering 100% of the credit and 100% of the rights to complain about the whole thing? And do y'all remember the snubbed dinner invitation? Well apparently there was a misunderstanding and I was supposed to have them over for dinner last Friday night.
My parents have been in town for the past 4 days for my dad's job, so I've been hanging out with my mom non-stop. We did a fun class at Cooking at the Cottage where (surprise!) Fun Sink was in the seat behind us, and Friday night I took the littles to hang out at the hotel, then we went to dinner at Ramsi's. The Casa de Fun Sink is all torn up from the remodeling anyway, so I figured no harm, no foul, we'll skip this week. I'm sure the renovation project will stretch beyond many more Friday nights, so they'll have plenty of chances to bring the party to our house.
It turns out Fun Sink expected to go to our house Friday night, and now she and my FIL are mad/hurt/whatever because:
1). It was Friday night and they "didn't have anywhere to go." (Hello--you live in one of the greatest foodie cities in the nation. Do what Jews and gentiles all over town do every fucking Friday night and find a restaurant. I'm sorry, but "we didn't have anywhere to go" is not an excuse. You're adults with a car and enough money to eat out, so do your Friday night prayers at home, haul your *ss to Mojito's, and shut your pie hole).
2). We didn't invite them to Ramsi's with us. I'm sorry. I NEVER get to do anything with my mom at night; she lives an hour away and doesn't drive at night, and we barely have sleeping room in our house for the members of our immediate family. The Thursday night event I planned for us happened also to be attended by Fun Sink incarnate, so excusez-moi for wanting a nighttime meal without Fun Sink around.
3). We never invite them to dinner with my parents before school programs, recitals, etc. Do you all blame me for not wanting to mix my family with these freaks of nature?
And I am almost tempted to just call her and say, "I'm sorry there was a misunderstanding about dinner, etc." not because I'm really sorry at all, but because I don't like all this whispering and passive-aggression, and Fun Sink talking to my FIL who talks to Mr. Twinkle who talks to me. I am fucking over it. I just want to get it all out in the open.
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