We're going out to eat with work tomorrow. A nice way to great the summer and bid farewell to the Russian accountant who is leaving us for another job.
But what sounds like an easy enough affair to plan, has turned into this ginourmous ordeal. The German wants to go fancy. And late. Like if my asparagus is not laying crisscross on top of something I can't pronounce and we wait till at least 7 pm to dine.... I'm not into it.
The Russian and I who have kids who go to bed, and also tend to leave work no later than 5, argued we go straight from work... that way you don't have to go home and kill a couple of hours before heading out again. Plus we give two shits about crosscross asparagus and would be just as happy with pub food or a buffet.
Buffets are out. German veto. Then the boss vetoed her absolute favorite restaurant. (That was hilarious). I threw in the fact that I have to leave by 6:45 to make a parent-teacher meeting at the pre-school. The German has a minor meltdown and finally decides on a semi-classy restaurant/pub where we are to meet at 4pm.
The Russian decides she doesn't want to go, too much hassle.
A contractor who is coming along says the food at this particular restaurant is disgusting.
I say we don't have to meet at 4, we can wait till 5 when the fine dining places open and that way we can maybe have crisscross asparagus after all.
The German goes German on us all and yells that there was an email last week with detailed instructions on when and where to meet. NOTHING IS CHANGING!
Ok. Roger that. Should be a fun night.
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