I fully admit I was an asshole at Initials birthday party. There are three reasons why.
1. We went to a German restaurant/bar type thing for dinner. The word 'Haus' was in the name. While it wouldn't have been one of the places I would have chosen to go for my birthday, Initials studied abroad in Germany in high school, and the place does have its own brewery out in the suburbs and has an unusually large selection of good beers on tap. Unfortunately, since his birthday was on a weekend, he didn't realize that there would be a polka band entertaining the crowd the entire night.
2. His friends are all lesbians and Dungeons & Dragons players.
3. Dinner was supposed to be at 7. That's what the email invitation said. How many people do you think were there at 7:45? Three. Out of twelve confirmed guests. Really, there was only one person there, since the guest of honor, Initials, doesn't really count as a guest, and since he drove me, I don't fully count either.
At 7:50 another person showed up, and we were finally shown to our table. At 8:15 someone else showed up (to be fair, he had called Initials at 6:45 saying that he had missed the bus and would be about a half hour late, which puts him at 7:30, but whatever). At 8:30 the lesbian couple showed up. One of them is a vegan, so on the way they realized that the German Haus probably wouldn't have anything for her to eat, so the two stopped off and ate dinner elsewhere, though being overweight lesbians they did split three appetizers between the two of them. More people showed up, with similarly bad/rude/unbelievable excuses for being late. Traffic was bad? Traffic was so bad as to be over an hour and a half late? You couldn't find a parking spot? It took you almost two hours to find a parking spot? Wanted to finish something at the office? Who's at the office until 8 at night?
Initials was pretty sauced by the time that everyone had shown up, and so he didn't seem to mind, but I was sitting next to him, annoyed at everyone's tardiness. I mean, for my birthday if no one had shown up after 30 minutes, I would have left, not sit and drank more at the bar.
This was my first time meeting most of his friends, and I ended up being rude and indignant on Initials behalf. They were pretty rude to me back, but at least I had a good excuse.
4. Oh, and I was the designated driver. So I was rude, indignant, and bitter.
