Barb by Proxy

Background Noise:
Random Thought:The cheese stands alone
Mood:umpgh

So, obviously I didn't actually have my locks changed, resulting in the deaths of Autumn and Betsy. I thought about it, just as I thought about kicking them to a hotel, and a lot of other dastardly plans. If I thought it would have helped, I might have. But it never would have gotten through. In truth, after spending Saturday morning being petulant about what they wanted to do (shop at Plato's Closet, eat omelettes, get souveniers, eat Giordanos, see the lake) and what we could do (not eat at both places, or go to all shopping since they are in opposite directions) we finally set off. Only to not want to wait for the diner, complain about the bagels at Einsteins, whine about the cold, and wait 40 minutes for pizza (side note: Giordano's wait for a table was 1 hour. They let you place your pizza order for table service, so we could have waited an hour and sat down to piping hot pizza. But no. We had to get it to go, because that 20 minutes would be too long, and Betsy wanted to eat it at my apartment. And they whined when I complained about standing outside for 40 minutes to wait for the pizza in the cold), and then go back to my apartment to wait for Natalie to drive them to the airport. Their flight was at 4, so they were going to leave at 2:30. Me, I'd have left at 1:30, but that's just me. At 3:20, Natalie showed up to pick them up. I know that they didn't make their flight thanks to my nosy snooping on myspace, but I don't know the whole story because they haven't called me. And I'm not holding my breath. Or picking up the phone to call them, for that matter. I'm just glad they aren't my guests anymore. Because to top off the week, when I stripped the sofa bed to wash the sheets I found puke. Nice. Good think I was already going to the drycleaner for my coat, I got to take the mattress pad too. Makes it easier that way.