Saturday's Saturnine Events
Mood:  accident prone
Topic: Friends
Herein I shall recount the adventures and mishaps of Saturday.

Saturday did start out as a semi-normal day. At some point I woke up. It was probably around 1 or two, considering the red bull after-effect. I then picked up ballons and ice cream cake, and headed over to pick up L and H. Then we headed over to the race so that we can freeze our butts off. After the race we went to Liz's b-day dinner. Here's where the mishaps began.

First an omen. We finished dinner, the desert plates were distributed, and a half hour has gone by, but no cake was served.

I went out to find the assistant manger and said what's up with the cake? He said, "We didn't know it was ice cream cake. No one told us. We left it out in the hot kitchen and it melted. We'll try to fix it." Ok, so MORONS? When I handed the cake to the host, I said here's ice cream cake. It said on the box ICE CREAM CAKE, KEEP REFRIGERATED. IN BIG
LETTERS. HELLO?

I didn't even yell at the guy because what's that going to achieve. I simply asked him what the plan was. He was in shock because apparently he hasn't come up with a plan. Dealing with true restaurant genious here. If I ever interview someone to be a restaurant manager, I'm going to ask them what they'd do in this situation.

Here's who I'd hire: "I'm sorry for the inconvenience, we have already sent someone to the store to pick up another cake. Or we've prepared a replacement cake for you."

Here's what I got: "We weren't told this was ice cream cake. We have some ice cream we can add on top of the cake to make it look better. Next time you should tell us it's ice cream cake." Again, casting blame on the customer.

When Liz got to the cake, it looked like shit. At least it was edible. By the way the service was pretty bad for those who wanted drinks - they didn't come around enough. Note to self - do not sit next to Sam in restaurants. Building a pyramid out of restaurant breakables on table may be creative and cute, for AN INFANT. Sorry Sam, but it's DA TRUTH.

Ok, so as we were finally leaving, someone informs me about a SCANDAL that we missed at the other table. Someone with a very very BIG MOUTH started talking about the dirty deed that happened in the club last Saturday. This someone called the female in the story a whore. Problem is, the "whore" One was sitting right there at the club. She defended herself, but not very well, because it turns out she 1. was not drunk, 2. did know the guy was engaged - he had his ring on 3. fell for the "but it's an arranged marriage and I'm not happy" line which is like a TOTAL LIE. And by the way I'm pissed because I just met the guy's fiancee the week before this whole thing happened! And I praised him in front of her for what a nice guy he is. Guess I didn't really know him that well and I'm really pissed at him. A part of me wants to call him and ask him what he was thinking and how he can live with himself, mostly as research for future written literature about how people can rationalize things like this and so that I don't get caught with a man like this, but I would be repulsed to ever speak to him again even, so I won't waste my energy. PURE EVIL.

Later, we made our way to the club. Which was miserable. 1. all men were either ugly, or shorter then me, or losers, or with someone and I didn't like anyone's style. 2. bad DJ - no transitions between songs. 3. bouncers woulnd't let anyone sit on furniture. 4. the whole place lacked class. 5. met club owner T - he also owns rinconsito sudamericano, one of my favorite restaurants. Spent more time hanging with him then with anyone else there. I'm pretty sure most people did not have a good time at the club - not coming back there.

Then to top it off, there was unfolding dramma between C and M and I was caught in the middle. C and M love each other, but do not know how to communicate with each other. So it's all messed up, but at least they've agreed to see each other. M needs to re-neg on a promise he can't keep, and stop playing mind games, oh and give C more reasons to trust him by sharing more of his life and his past. C needs to feel more secure about M's feelings about her, and be nicer to him, and be more open about her emotions. She needs to be constructive in telling him how she feels about him and that being the focus more then getting caught up in his mind games. I hate mind games.

And people came at separate times and I was stuck going to the door to make sure everyone's getting in.

So when the C and M thing was done, I was ready to leave, I couldn't find Halls. Looked everywhere. She was not picking up her phone. I got my car and hung out down the street from the club. Got C to find her, finally, over cell. Then I got stuck driving Halls, Daniel, and his brother to Daniel's place, because their ride was too busy enthralled with R. We get to Daniel's place and turns out both he and his brother left car and house keys in their ride's car. D'uh? What were you thinking leaving the club like that? So this was 2:30 at that point. They call their ride, and he says he's coming. We then figure out that somehow he and R are still in the same car. I don't know how they managed to stretch a 10 minute ride into 1.5 hours and what they were doing, but they finally pulled up and we could leave. I didn't want to leave anyone before that because I'm responsible like that and I wanted to make sure everyone's OK. By the time I finally got home, it was 4:30. So much for getting some zzz's.

Ok so the night was pretty lame. I'm not going to be going clubbing for a couple of weeks - I'm sick of it and I'm sick of planning and organizing stuff. Someone else step up.

Am I spending enough time on me?
Am I doing everything I can to get a new job?