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Friday, April 08, 2005

Is it Spudnik???

No, but it is a garden full of space potatoes!!!
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That's one Darth Tater for Bill, who I was supposed to have dinner with last night*, one for AC (see? He's gross and disgusting and talks in great detail about his bodily excretions, and I'm still nice to him because he's working all day for me today. I am a slightly more than halfway decent person.) and one will be on it's way to hell tomorrow.

* Bill was a mentor to me in radio school, and is so precious to me words cannot describe. It is his job I was offered a few weeks back, that I decided not to take. The reason his job was open was that he had decided to take another job - someone had been courting him and offered him a fantastic increase in salary, and it was an offer he couldn't refuse. So he was "retiring" from the school, and one of the other teachers there decided to go through some of his favorite students over the past 20 years that he's taught there, and invited us to a surprise dinner for him. She gave us an address for the restaurant: 705 Belair Rd, in Bel Air MD.

The timing coincided with work stuff for me, so I knew I'd be late, but hoped to rush out anyway, and be only an hour late. But something happened at work, so I couldn't leave right away. Then traffic was insane (hey, folks, you know that stuff falling from the sky? It's just water! Only if it's red and flaming do we need to fear lava!!!) and the directions to the toy store that had the aforementioned tater were horrible. Then the directions to the restaurant were pretty lousy too. Five minutes before the party had told me they were leaving, I called the restaurant. They weren't there.

Turns out there's a restaurant by that name at 705 Belair Rd in Perry Hall, and there's a restaurant by that name at 705 Baltimore Pike in Bel Air.

Yup. She'd sent the wrong address. I'd been driving around frantically for three hours for nothing. Fighting back the tears, I called and left a message on Bill's machine, apologizing profusely for not being there, and telling him I'd like to take him out to lunch next weekend. Hopefully we'll be able to get together, because this potato really needs to be his.

When I got home, I sent an e-mail to her explaining the mistake (which, I feel, was hers, in giving an incorrect address) and apologizing for not being there, and then this morning the response I got from her was "Sorry you couldn't be there, we had a great time". Gee. Thanks.

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Anyway, GB will be home from his business trip, and I'm taking the day off for doctor's appointments, so hopefully we'll be able to see an early showing of Fever Pitch and then go to dinner.

And yes, I do know how to spell Sputnik.

8 Comments:

Blogger Carol said...

So sorry you missed your dinner with your friend. And, yes, the lady who organized (and I use that term loosely) the event is a real witch. Here's hoping that having GB back in town and a movie will improve things.

9:35 AM  
Anonymous Shea said...

I'm sorry to hear that you missed the dinner... poor manners on the part of the "organizer" definitely! Love the spud it's hilarious!!

Shea

11:00 AM  
Blogger erica said...

Poor Amie. I can't believe that "organizer." She should have said, I'm really sorry that I gave you the wrong address. She probably gave a lot of people the wrong address. Her response is inappropriate.

The spuds are great.

I'm sure GB will be able to cheer you up, you seem to have had one of those weeks. I like to think that everyone's bad week could be blamed on the the new moon today and the total solar eclipse in the south Pacific today.

I was going to comment yesterday about your hat. I can't imagine knitting Calmer on 0's. You're very brave and obviously, a wonderful friend.

11:20 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Oh geez. Didn't this all start last Friday? You poor baby.
sallyjo

12:23 PM  
Blogger Catherine said...

Did the bitch perhaps have a reason she didn't want you there, like you'd steal her attention or something? Because that is just inexcusable and her response is so not an apology. Whatever, have lunch with him yourself and if you run into the bitch, make sure you let her know that you had a wonderful time!

7:01 PM  
Blogger David said...

Did I tell you about the time my boss told me our staff appreciation dinner was being held at the church "to save on costs," and then called me on my cell phone an hour after the dinner started (I was sitting at the church wondering if I'd gotten the date wrong) to ask me, in a very condescending tone, why I wasn't at the restaurant with everyone else?

I think her excuse was that she has the administrative skills of overcooked ramen, but the reasoning doesn't really matter, does it? I'm willing to use the word bitch when it's appropriate.

'Sokay. If it was the same restaurant they took us to last year, the steaks were overcooked and the service was lousy. ; )

7:45 PM  
Blogger vi said...

honey I am so sorry
you can come up here ...... Bernie gives GREAT directions
and you can see fawn and the other laperms as well as 4007 year old amber
then go and see the cria and the goats and the new born baby lambsies
that will make you feel soooooooooo much better
vi

8:05 PM  
Blogger CynCyn said...

Does she not understand how frustrating it was for you to be driving in rush hour with a deadline? And that you would've made it had she given the CORRECT address. I think you nailed it with your muttered 'bitch.'

8:32 PM  

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