This incident was the first time I had met many of my partner’s friends, and boy oh boy did it leave an impression. I’m still fuming about it 2 years later!
We were invited to a wedding in a resort town that, while in the same state, is too far away for most attendees to make a day trip. It was an expensive city to stay in, so the groom’s cousin opened his home to anyone who needed accommodations. My partner and I accepted his offer very graciously along with a few other good friends of my partner. It was a great deal and they would all be able to carpool from the venue.
We arrive at house and see a couple (who are close friends with my partner and supposed to be staying at the house) speaking on the lawn. They say that we shouldn’t even go inside-that there is no way they can stay in this house and they will be staying in a motel 2 hours away from the venue. They go on to say the house is dirty beyond belief and they cannot imagine how anyone can live there and that they would never be able to sleep in that house without vomiting. We were shocked. What could be in this house that people would want to stay 2 hours away??
We walk inside to the house and find that it is…. perfectly normal. Someone obviously lived there; it wasn’t a hotel, but it was very clean, well-cared for, and they had taken pains to make sure guests would be comfortable. All personal items were tucked away out of site, every bed had new, pressed sheets, and each bedroom had extra blankets, towels and toiletries neatly arranged. It was cleaner and smarter looking than the house I grew up in. We tried to spread the word that the house was just fine but the offending couple had already called everyone else who was supposed to stay and told them not to go!!!!!
Unfortunately it didn’t stop there. Then they spent the entire wedding reception gossiping about the groom’s cousin and talking about his “pig-sty of a house.” I was furious. I didn’t know these people but they were friends of my partner so I bit my tongue and curtly said, “I think the house is very comfortable and it was very kind of him to let us stay there.” In the end, of the 8 people who were supposed to stay at the house, only my partner and I could “stand sleeping in the stable” (their words). The house became a running joke of the wedding.
After the wedding, we bought our host a lavish gift and promised to host them any time they are in our city. Crybaby that I am, I broke down weeping on the ride home and told my partner that I would never socialize with the gossiping couple again. He wholeheartedly agreed and we politely refuse any invitations they extend to us. Now I just have to avoid them at group functions. 1117-15