Who Needs Love Like That

Since Beth likes my angry tirades I will write this right now while I am still angry so I can fully tirade about it. I just got home from having dinner with a bunch of women who were in my sorority. There were seven of us total. Several years ago, two of these women were my absolute best friends, Jill and Sheri. Without getting into all of it right now, Sheri and I haven't been all that close in quite a while-because she pissed me off. And I haven't talked to Jill as much recently as I did a few years ago but we were still pretty good friends. But tonight she pissed me off completely.

We were talking about college stuff, remember this person, remember that person, etc. So this one girl Jenni came up and everyone was saying how she "wasn't right". Then Jill said that she knew why she "wasn't right" and she lowered her voice to finish the conversation, so I leaned in and said I could not hear what she was saying. She ignored me, I thought she just didn't hear me since it was pretty noisy in the restaurant so I said "What are you saying?" and she looks at me and says "I am talking to Cathy, will you please knock it off." Um, excuse me, I thought we were ALL having this conversation. I didn't know you were just having dinner with Cathy. So that was number one.

A while later I brought up to her "Oh, you are keeping my dog while I'm on vacation, right?" I cleared the dates with her before I booked the vacation. At least two months ago. She said they were ok. So the response I get to that is "When is it?" and when I tell her she says "That may be a problem." Because she is going to see her sister in Georgia. I said "Well, ok, can she stay with Kurt?" Kurt is her husband, they've been married for 13 years, I have known them both since college, my dog has stayed with them several times. "No, I am not going to do that to him." So I said "I can ask him myself." Then I get this whole big long story of why it would be too much for him. Um, ok. They have three dogs and last I knew, 12 cats. Want to tell me why one more dog is going to break him!? He is a teacher also so has off during the summer. He bar tends at a catering place but doesn't have a full-time, everyday job in the summer. So now I am really peeved.

My dog is 13 years old. My dog has never stayed in a kennel. The only people who she has ever stayed with are my parents, my in-laws, Jill and Sheri. My mother will probably be in the middle of moving while we are on vacation. Rob's father does not like pets in the house-his own dogs did not come in the house. Sheri is in Canada at that time of the year. So I asked Jill. I thought this was arranged. Either of my sisters-in-law who might do it, are going on the vacation. My third sister-in-law will be on her own vacation. My father just got two kittens. So basically, my poor dog is screwed and is more than likely going to wind up staying in a kennel.

And then...strike three. There was a large party at the table next to us. When we were just about ready to leave they came and sang happy birthday to a member of the party, long story short, the guy is 95. So they are doing all these toasts and whatever. Sheri's father just died a few months ago, she is crying, it's very upsetting to her. So we resume our conversation, or I guess I should say that some of us did, Lynn and I were trying to talk to Sheri and calm her down. The 95 year old then stands up to talk and Jill is trying to hear what he has to say. I am talking to my friends who I am there to have dinner with and the next thing I know, Jill is shushing me again. First of all, it's very nice that this man is 95, whatever, I don't know him, I quite frankly do not care what he has to say. Secondly, and really, more importantly, it is what he has to say to his family this is not my business, nor is is her business so why the fuck am I being shushed like a kindergartner? Jill teaches kindergarten. Maybe she can't separate her home life from school? I always thought trying to hear the conversations at someone else's table was called eavesdropping and was bad manners.

So, I am pissed off at Jill. Really pissed off. I came home and told Rob. He is going to have to ask his parents now but the last time they promised to keep her, two days before his mom said "Oh no, we can't do it" and that was only for a weekend and that was how she wound up at Jill's the first time Jill ever kept her. So I guess we will have to look into the doggie day care. Did I mention that I am pissed?

Hence my song choice. With friends like these... All my real friends have cats and live in the city (or no where near here) so I can't ask them. And you all know who you are. ;->