And Then ...

I forgot Jeff's birthday, yesterday. I even talked with him in a lengthy conversation yesterday. Dammit.

So I put a picture up, instead.

The woman on the far right (in fuschia and pearls) is Stephany. My grandmother is in the center -- she's crazy. I love her, but she's nuts.

This was at my baby sister's bridal shower/tea party last fall.

Nana and Stephany were very close. Stephany's death has been a blow to all of us.

I wonder if I should use this time to now rant about the tea party -- for which I, personally, paid some $500, and for which each of the other bridesmaids paid $100 each. Remind me that next time I decide to give a party like that ... well, just remind me not to.

Everything worked out and no one noticed the series of screw ups except me:

The girl that catered our party did a bunch of shit for which I'd like to kick her ass -- she had my sisters and I into their shop for a "tasting." Wow -- all these gorgeous sandwiches and wonderful service.

So she showed up 10 minutes late for the party (annoying because she was supposed to be there 1/2 hour early); she had only one girl to help; she brought the wrong size of table cloths -- and the wrong color -- I paid extra for dark blue. Wrong size table cloths even after I told her what size the tables were like 3 times!

The tarts she brought were 1/2 the size of the ones she told us we were going to have (like the samples) and they had spilled all over the place in her car -- so they weren't served -- but did I get a refund? No.

The "sandwiches" were canapes, not sandwiches -- again, she gave us samples and told us they would be like that! And she brought a bunch of sandwich types I didn't order -- and then didn't bring the ones I did order -- and she didn't bring enough -- and we even had 3 no-shows!

I don't know -- I'm just generally still pissed about the whole ordeal. I was put into a position that I couldn't complain -- first, because a friend recommended the place (and was, at the time, employed there); second, because the woman who catered was some 8 months pregnant and seemed incredibly uncomfortable; third, because the lady that owned the place was so entirely awesome; and finally, because I am a regular patron of the restaurant/shop. Pissed me the fuck off. OKAY -- I'M DONE!

Making dinner -- meatloaf, asparagus with hollandaise (sp?) sauce, mashed potatoes, and home made bread. Gotta go.