Friend: Betty's 40th birthday is right around the corner. We need to do something!
Me: What ideas do you have in mind?
Friend: I don't know. Maybe dinner, Girls Night Out, or mani/pedis & lunch. But with everyone's schedules I just don't know what would work.
Me: Well, what do you suggest.
***long pause with no response*** (I guess if you wait long enough that's also considered an answer?)
Me: I'll send out an email and see what everyone else thinks.
Friend: K. Her family probably has dinner plans, but she didn't say anything for sure. Let me know!
Here is where my complaint lies... If "Friend" has the epiphany that we should do something fabulous for "Betty's" birthday, and the date is quickly approaching..."Friend" should put on her big girl panties and ORGANIZE the fucking thing!!! Further, if she's going to send ME a message and throw it out there, it seems prudent that she should also have some thought or a few ideas in mind for what we could do. I;m just thinking out loud though.
The fly in the ointment.... Ever since we moved into our current neighborhood, I have spearheaded parties, holiday gatherings, baby showers, meals for neighbors when there was a death in the family, and even formed a book club. This is all great and good, but there are some shit heads that take this social happiness to mean that I might want to do it ALL. But, alas, I do not. I do not want you to email me and drop comments like, "Do you think we should do a Christmas party for the street again this year?" or "Is there anything in the works for a baby shower? You know Darla's baby is due in two months."
NO. No. NONONONONONONO!! I reserve the right to punk out if I want to.
In this particular case, I will end up biting the bullet and put something together for "Betty". She is one of my besties, and she deserves to be celebrated and adored on her birthday. I don't like feeling like someone's trick pony, but I DO want Betty to have a nice birthday.....a fact that "Friend" is apparently keenly aware of. Thus the message.
As for "Friend"...she's on my shit list.