June 19, 2012

• Cake Brawl

  So this weekend, I celebrated my best friend’s birthday. He turned 22 on Monday. He felt like it was such an unepic age, so he didn’t want to party. I had been asking him for weeks prior to his birthday what he was going to do, and his response was, “Nothing. 22 is nothing to celebrate.” He has a girlfriend so I thought she’d plan something for him, especially since she’s on thin ice.

  It wasn’t until a week before his birthday that she decided to start planning. For someone who knows that this is make or break, I thought she took it pretty carelessly. My best friend’s main reason for wanting to break up is the fact that she’s bad at planning, and every date she plans is ruined by her carelessness. Holy shit, was he right. She is SO BAD at planning. She asked me to help her plan, and it was so frustrating.

  First of all, I’m her boyfriend’s best friend, but she asks me to help her plan. It leaves a bad impression when you are struggling so hard to plan something. She should have consulted HER best friend if anything. But I digress.

  She told me that she wanted to have a dinner for him and his “closest friends.” I ask her who she has on the guest list, and she lists off about twenty people. .____.” I just took charge from there. I cut about 7 people from the list. Half of them were HER friends, and not my best friend’s, so why invite them to a dinner of just his closest friends? I then ask her where she’s thinking of eating. She tells me Ktown. .____.” What place in Ktown is going to hold a large group of people? And why Ktown? There’s absolutely nothing special about Ktown. We go there every weekend to drink/drunkenly eat. I eventually suggest her find something in Lower East Side because she wants to drink afterward, but can’t afford a table at a lounge. There are plenty of restaurant/lounges in LES, so that would probably be the best choice. Dinner, then stay for drinks after. Pop a couple bottles, whatever. I suggest some really good places, but since it was so last minute, there were no reservations available. She finally finds something, but she didn’t do enough research on it, and when we get there, we find out it’s a tapas place… Tapas is so awkward in a large group.

  Two days before the surprise, she hits me up telling me to get a cake for him, as she’ll be with him all day because of their six month. Okay… you couldn’t ask your best friend who is coming to the party? She said thanks before I even responded, so I was stuck with this fucking girlfriend duty. I was stuck with ALL THE GIRLFRIEND DUTIES. He’s my best friend, so I don’t care, but still. Fucking annoying.

  I went through so much shit trying to get that cake for him. I realized that she probably didn’t order the cake ahead of time, so I call in a couple hours beforehand the day of to see if they had the cake she wanted. They shuffled around looking in their inventory and found three. I asked them to reserve, and they said they couldn’t over the phone. I told them I’d be there in twenty minutes. I show up twenty minutes later, and the cake isn’t in the display shelf, so I ask the cashier if they have any. He tells me that if it’s not in the display, they don’t have any. I told him about the phone call I made twenty minutes ago and asked them to check again. They found one. Then, this woman comes out of nowhere, and asks to exchange the cake she just bought for the one they found, since she supposedly was there half an hour ago and asked for that specific cake and they told her they didn’t have it. Me being the person I am, I fight with her, telling her I pressed for the cake, and that if it wasn’t for me, she never would have known. And she keeps bitching and bitching, and I’m seriously trying so hard to hold down my anger. Now, most of the cashiers are male, and they want to give it to me, but there was one female cashier who wanted to give it to the woman. Freaking women make my life much more difficult than need be. In the end they had to consult the manager, who handed the cake to the lady, and the manager asked me to wait 5-10 minutes. MAGICALLY THEY FOUND ANOTHER CAKE. They definitely had all three but told us they only had one to save face. The female worker handed me the cake and scolded me, telling me that even in twenty minutes they can sell out. I said, “Yeah yeah yeah. I just asked to look again. Treat your customers better.”

  So at the restaurant, I end up planning everything for the cake. I told the waiter when to bring it out, tipped the waiter for it, and everything. The fucking girlfriend doesn’t even thank me or offer to pay me back for the cake. The thing is, I don’t mind paying for it, but out of fucking courtesy, she should have offered. She’s so fucking incompetent. She has no sense of common courtesy.

  The reason she couldn’t get the cake was because she was going on a date with him for their six months. She planned a date to go to Central Park and ride the boats. 1. Koreans (like my best friend) think riding a boat with your girlfriend is bad luck. 2. She didn’t plan well enough, and the boats were closed for the day. WORST PLANNER EVER.

  But through this, I realize I’m a much better girlfriend that most out there. Just saying.

  • 7:36 pm
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