On the 7th Day, Man had Dinner
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
(thanks to everyone for the kind words on the last post. Let's not have any more of that around here)
Overrated.
Birthday Dinners.
I have never for the life of me understood where the fascination with birthday dinners has come from. I'm not talking about your family taking you out to Olive Garden on your 16th birthday while you see a bunch of senior girls staring at you because you're with your family and they're talking about the pillow fight and mud wrestling competition they're holding the next night. Because that's just what senior girls in high school do.
Saw it on TV.
No, I'm talking about having a birthday and then inviting your friends to come out to said birthday dinner. I don't get it. When exactly did this whole birthday dinner thing start? Was it back in the early 1400s and one of the Kings was having a birthday so he sent out invites? "Who doth join me for a celebration feast of the passage out of my mothers womb?!?!. The finest cheeses and buxom ladies will be available for you all to gorge your hearty mouths on. Come suckle the teet of the finest young wench in all the land. NAY! The Kingdom! WE SHALL DOTH BE MEN!"
Best E-Vite Ever.
I'll RSVP that with my very own witty comment, thankyouverymuch. Can I bring a +2?
You see every year a couple of my friends throw themselves birthday parties. Whatever, who doesn't? But before the party there always is an e-mail sent out about the birthday dinner and having everyone meet up. Since, I'm a cool and hip guy I get invited to these things. I go and have a good time, but lately I've been wondering why we even do this dance. It's not that I don't like going to birthday dinners, its just that it reeks of self importance. "Hey, its my birthday, come join me and about 15 people you don't know and a couple that you do so you can sit at a long table that the restaurant had to specially order so we can all pretend to be friends!"
I think my favorite maneuver of the dinner is when the table is inevitably not ready and someone throws a fit. "How could the table not be ready! We called like 4 days ago!" Well, how about this? Um, you see in the restaurant business they usually aren't prepared for groups of 30. So they have to make sure their other patrons are gone, assemble a small army or workers, build the Taj Mahal of dining tables, play paper, rock, scissor for the sad sack waitress that gets that entire table and then bring you out a Mai Tai.
HOW ABOUT YOU LAY OFF.
Anyways, I'm not against the group of 5 or 6 friend dinners, its when you start expanding it to 10-15 that it gets ridiculous. Really? A 15 person dinner? Who are you? King Arthur? No one at any time should ever go to dinner with 15 people and here are 4 reasons.
1. Only you know all the other people. I always love the one person that is there by themselves that knows no one trying to make conversation. Unless that person is the worlds biggest extrovert it is the most awkward situation ever. " Why yes, I've known Bob for 10 years. Oh, why haven't we met? Because he doesn't let me out of the closet except once a year. I like to eat sand!"
2. The table is way too big. Seriously, every time I'm at one of these things I end up making jokes about the other end of the table and this is what I hear, "WHAT DID YOU SAY?" It's not even a mean thing, they honestly have no idea what we said because we're sitting about 42 miles away from them. They should hand out walkie talkies. The worst is actually sitting at the non funny end of the table. So while everyone is laughing, you're cursing yourself slabbing on the 9th packet of butter on your hard sourdough roll that tastes like metal.
3. The Bill. Oh the bill. I'm not cheap by any stretch and some people call me reckless with money, but I hate the bill at these things. You end up paying more than your share and someone ends up complaining. That someone being the person that got a salad and the bottomless glass of Sprite. Then someone just says Split it and then thats done. Listen, when you go to a birthday dinner whatever you eat makes no difference. You're still going to end up paying way more than you got. Just deal with it. You must as well run the tab up for everyone else because you will split it when you have a small sovereign nation dining at the Shrimp Shack. Don't drink that Sprite. Drink a whole handle of Jack Daniels. You're all splitting it!
4. "Oh no it's your birthday, you don't have to pay." Like I said, I'm not cheap, but this bothers me. How about this instead, "You invited everyone here and if you didn't we would just buy you a shot at the bar, but now we're paying 50 bucks for a dinner and then drinks. You SHOULD PAY." Remember in elementary school when it was our birthday we brought in the cupcakes for the class? I don't remember Little Tommy saying," Hey mom, it's his birthday! We should pay!"
You know why?!
BECAUSE THAT IS THE DUMBEST THING I HAVE EVER HEARD.
What kind of country do we live in that someone invites other people out to things and then gets out of paying the bill? This is a great scam. In fact, I've decided to get 12 groups of friends that won't know each other and have a birthday every month. It's cool! They'll say I don't have to pay! Brilliance!
Then my favorite part is whoever's birthday it is does that dance where they say, "Ok, I'll pay" when they have no intention of paying. Well, this is what's happening next time. When that person says they'll pay I'm standing up and saying "Damn right you'll pay! If it wasn't for you I would be getting ready right now with some Brute and Drakkar Noir panty dropping cologne mix and instead I'm paying 35 dollars for your 4 Spicy Salmon rolls!"
My birthday is in 3 weeks.
Bring a wallet.
