Firstly, let’s start with the positive.
I had a wonderful evening with my friend Caitlin. She’s a friend I made in my first month of university back in January, 2002. We lived together in res and she’s been a supportive, consistent friend ever since.
Okay, enough of that positive shit. You all need to hear the DRAMA!!!
Caitlin wanted me, herself and another friend to get together and have dinner.
“Great,” I said. “Let’s go for steaks!”
“uh, I think she’s a vegetarian,” says Caitlin. After much humming and hawing and research Caitlin proposed Hon’s. They’re cheap, have good food and a vegetarian menu. Her and I could eat meat and her friend could eat something vegetarian.
We all agreed it’d be a great idea.
So, then today about an hour before we’re set to meet up Veggie girl says “I want to make you all a gluten free/vegan pad Thai meal…”
Uhm…. NO FUCKING WAY!!!!!
I was irritated. Turns out that veggie girl decided that she was on a “cleansing day” (whatever that means) and couldn’t eat restaurant food so there was no way we could have dinner with her unless we ate exactly the kind of food she wanted. It’s a form of terrorism, if you ask me, forcing someone else to eat your diet.
I wasn’t willing or preared to do that. I wanted to go out and have a nice meal with friends.
We “politely” declined her kind invite, reminding her that we had planned this a week in advance and were looking forward to it. So, we went ahead and had dinner. Just Caitlin and I. We ended up at White Spot (to save on gas) and when we looked at the menu Caitlin noticed Pad Thai.
“Ooh… all that talk of Pad Thai makes me hungry for it now,” says Caitlin.
“Let’s tell her that we ate that even if we didn’t,” says I.