I now return you to your regularly-scheduled Shadesong.
And what a relief. They were driving me crazy.
Lowlights of the visit included Dad dragging his feet til it was "too late" to go someplace everyone but him wanted to go. Which would be frustrating enough, but - a friend was meeting us there, and was unreachable by cell phone. Oh, yes, I wanted to kill him.
And wanted to kill him even more later when he sent back a dish at Floataway Cafe just because it wasn't to my taste. So incredibly embarrassing. No, nothing was wrong with the dish. And Adam would have eaten it. Dad was just all, "If you don't like it, send it back." And I told him that there was nothing wrong with it. And then I had to tell the waitress and the hostess that no, there's nothing wrong with it. And - aaagh.
I'm sorry. You only send a dish back if the kitchen fucked up. If your medium-well burger is still bloody in the middle. If your food is cold. You don't send something back if you were just trying something new and found that you didn't like it as much as you'd hoped. Adam was perfectly willing to switch appetizers with me.
Can you tell I'm still embarrassed? I'm still embarrassed. I'm not *quite* a regular at Floataway - too pricey - but people do recognize me there. I pretty much spent the rest of my meal trying not to be surly at Dad for making me the center of the swarm that happens at any good restaurant when a dish is sent back to the kitchen. Aaagh.
But that was Dad this week. Usually it's Mom who drives me crazy. And she still did, a bit. But my father has become a cantankerous old man who bitches about everything. This happened a bit when I was visiting in June, but I got it full-force this week, since they were here longer than I was there. He bitches at us. He bitches at waiters (not just at Floataway). He bitches at service personnel for things they have no control over. My father has become the worst customer ever. And I'm standing beside him hoping that I'm telegraphing with my eyes that this is not my opinion and that this is beyond my control and we'll try to shut him up.
And I'm upset about the plan-shifting. The thing he dragged his feet about on Thursday? We were supposed to do it Tuesday. I had rearranged my plans, including massage from manifestress, to do that on Tuesday and visit family on Wednesday. Then he changed his mind, after I'd already told my friend we were doing it Tuesday. So we said Thursday. And on Thursday, he kept finding other things to do before we could make it over, eventually leaving my friend totally on her own. The *only* thing that proceeded on original schedule was the aquarium visit, and that's because we had pre-purchased tickets.
So. I'm upset that they continually failed to take other people into consideration, whether it was the Tuesday/Thursday thing or the massage appointment or anything else. I pride myself on being puntual and reliable, and they screwed that up nine ways to Sunday, without any sort of realization or consideration that anyone but the two of them matters.
So this is why I'm hitting the reset button with much relief. (Part of why.) I can now get back to keeping my damn appointments. So I can get back to being at least somewhat on top of things.
Yeah. So frustrated. But I have a good weekend planned, which ought to relax me even though it's somewhat activity-dense.
The open-invitation thing: Chocolate tasting at Fernbank Museum, noon to 3 tomorrow! Come hang out with us and eat chocolate! We'll be arriving early (11, maybe?) so we can park in the lot instead of a mile away. ;)