My apologies for this update being as late as it was. (Read original post.) A day or so after the tea party, I discovered I was going to have to move!
Long story short, H turned out to be a non-issue. The problem ended up being a roommate who wanted to run the show.
Basically almost all of my original group from the parties has moved away. I have also moved to a far nicer location, but instead of having my own place as I had before I now had four roommates to consider. Considering we all love dressing up, convincing them to help host the party was pretty simple. They all giggled girlishly and got very, very excited. We agreed upon three people to invite per roommate so that we could keep the party to about 20 or so people (three people each times five of us equals 15 guests plus us). I printed up the invitations and they went out.
Because none of my original friends would be able to even consider attending (the one friend still within a reasonable distance would be in New York attending a job interview), I invited two relatively new friends and my sister. H would never even hear of the details because no one she had contact with would know them. Perfect! (It did not stop her from sending an additional twelve emails. Thanks to your advice, E-Hell folks, the only email that was answered was the one that contained a relatively harmless virus – one that appears to try and skim addresses and such from browser histories – and that was done by the authorities. H will not be bothering me again anytime soon. You’d think she’d be smart enough to avoid sending the computer science grad a virus.)
So when my roommate C decided that she didn’t like the idea of a tea party, I was a little thrown.
There are a few things you should probably know about C. C is That Roommate. You know, that one roommate everyone is cursed to wind up with at least once in their lives. Guess it was finally my turn!
C is about 30-ish. She works retail, and is hugely in debt because she always seems to get what she wants. She wanted a new car, she got it. She wants new clothing, she goes and gets it. She’s remarkably entitled, but she’d managed to keep this little trait under wraps for quite awhile.
Right before I moved, I discovered that she was the one stealing my food (I did deal with this little issue – and it didn’t involve laxative. It may or may not, however, have involved fermented cabbage juice in a batch of butter cookies. I really couldn’t say ::goes off to practice whistling::).
As a roommate, she is a royal pain in the tushie. We started to realize that she was nowhere near as nice as she made herself out to be during the party planning.
“I’d rather it be a salsa dancing party. We could invite boys,” she said. The other roommates and I vetoed her suggestion. This was a ladies-only tea party. If she wanted a salsa dancing party, she could throw one herself. This was not it.
Later, C said that she wanted to invite four more friends because “I don’t get to have the party I want.” We all told her no.
Eventually, after C attempted to figure out who we’d all invited and contact them to say the party was cancelled (total lie), we, as a group, asked C to bow out of the party and not come the day of. C huffed and said she couldn’t be there anyway because she had to work. Fine. Whatever, C.
Fortunately, C did stay away for the party. The entire affair was a success, with the guests (and remaining hosts) the epitome of etiquette. The food was delicious, the iced peach tea was wonderful, and the gift of homemade blueberry jam from a family friend made the scones perfection.
All in all, C drama aside, it was a wonderful day. And now, we know exactly what C is, and how to deal with her. 0502-13