Had some rudesters at one you've given or gone to? Tell the tales!
Amy, what about movie theaters?
Posted by: Feebie
at August 31, 2010 6:22 AM
Coming! I'm posting a few at a time because I'm on deadline.
Posted by: Amy Alkon
at August 31, 2010 8:15 AM
The worst one I gave was while I was a (probably over)sensitive teenager. After moving the date of my 16th birthday party three times to accommodate my best friend, Sierra, she still couldn't make it. So I had the party anyway and invited all of our mutual friends (all of my friends were friends with her as well). I went to the kitchen to check on a pizza I had made (from scratch)and came back just in time to hear "It's just not a party without Sierra." Accompanied my murmurs of agreement.
Everyone had the good grace to be ashamed and embarrassed enough to leave at that point. I ate the pizza with my sister.
Posted by: Elle
at August 31, 2010 7:19 PM
Wow Elle, that totally blows.
My most epic was at one of my boyfriend's annual parties. We have this know-it-all friend who was going on and on about dating, like you know, tens date tens, sevens date sevens, etc. So, he then declares himself a seven and looks at another of our friends, who he really doesn't know that well, and says to her, "See, for example, you're a four, so as a seven I couldn't date you."
You could have heard a pin drop. I was in another part of the house and missed the whole thing (although I heard it secondhand from EVERYONE), but trust me, this is LEGEND in my social circle.
Want to hear the best part? They "reconciled" at the next party and have been dating for several years. Seriously, they deserve each other.
Oh, and he's a four. LOL
Posted by: Ann
at August 31, 2010 7:28 PM
There are those of us who work on things that we are not permitted to talk about in public. And at every party, there's always the one guy (and it's always a guy) who, when he finds out that you work on a classified project, wants to bug the hell out of you about it. It's doubly annoying because you know that if you actually started to describe it to him, he'd be bored stiff in about ten seconds.
Posted by: Cousin Dave
at September 2, 2010 2:09 AM
On my wedding weekend...
My mother "stole" the wedding dinner recipes and served the same stuff at the rehearsal dinner, to which all the out-of-town guests and close local friends and family were invited, and a fireworks show was held, because Mom loves a good party and wanted to offset the effects of my highly private inlaws, who
Eloped and saw no value in a big wedding, which they refused to pay for so we did, but had no problem convincing my soon-to-be, now-ex wife that open bar was out because people couldn't be trusted not to sue you if they got in trouble, but
They complained when my father started a bar tab at the reception and extended it to as many people as he reasonably could but overlooked their friends, but they couldn't reverse their rules and reach for their own wallets
After the reception, my dear Mom told my new wife that she'd have to take a cab to my parents' house because there was no room for her in the car/limo with me and the gifts. Wife told me this, then I went and ripped Mom a new one.
After the post-reception party at my parents' house, during which Mom had us to open the gifts to great fanfare, Mom got a puss on when we said we wouldn't be back in the morning for brunch (as we had a plane to catch).
Posted by: DaveG
at September 2, 2010 3:05 PM
> My mother "stole" the wedding dinner recipes
If anyone can understand what this 189 word run-on sentence is about, please feel free to post a translation into English.
Posted by: TJIC
at September 2, 2010 3:38 PM
> My mother "stole" the wedding dinner recipes
it's really very easy to understand. Groom's mom served the exact menu for the rehearsal dinner that was served the next day at the wedding reception.
Posted by: ceejay3
at September 2, 2010 5:14 PM
ceejay3, thanks for the translation. Where I come from recipes = menu. Not.
Posted by: DaveG
at September 2, 2010 5:24 PM
I attended a party where I knew only the hosts. I had to use the rest room and found one out of the way to do my duty. I locked the door and had a seat but a minute later the door opened. Apparently the lock did not work. There stood a middle aged woman who just stared at me. She didn't turn to leave or say a word ... just stood there with her mouth open. Apparently she was in shock.
I finally said ... "Madam, you'll excuse me if I don't stand up"" which finally spurred her to action. She simply left the room ... without saying a word or closing the door. I finally flagged down a passerby and asked them to close the door. It was both rude and embarrassing, but it's been a funny story to tell at other parties.
Posted by: AllenS
at September 2, 2010 6:15 PM
I am quite short, less than 5 foot, and I sometimes get ignored at large/loud parties, because people can't hear me. They don't ask what what I said, say 'excuse me, can you repeat that' or just SIT DOWN so we are at the same height. They just keep talking amoung themselves.
Gets really frustrating sometimes.
Posted by: Ula
at September 4, 2010 5:58 AM
My husband threw a birthday party for me two years ago at our home. Several different "types" of people were invited: bikers, conservatives, family members and a brother in law who tends to be a bit over the top.
First, there was a couple I vaguely knew who created a scene in my (very tiny) guest bathroom. When I walked by, I heard the toilet seat slam down accompanied by wicked laughter. Determined to push all nosiness aside, I continued on to the kitchen and visited with guests who were obviously trying to ignore the growing commotion.
I vividly remember choking on a tortilla chip when I heard my wall decorations sliding back and forth against the wall and again the clattering sound of the toilet seat slamming about, followed by more laughter and what seemed to be groaning.
I was so embarrassed that I broke out into hysterical laughter as my surrounding guests looked at me with an assortment of tell-tale expressions. I dreaded going to the door to announce that their "time" was up and was relieved when they determined this on their own and came out - looking disheveled, lacking morality.
Just as we were all recovering from this and I was vehemently trying to keep the talk down to an inaudible buzz, I decided to take refuge in my kitchen once again. It was short lived as a close friend came to say goodbye and muttered that he had to leave because he had pissed my brother-in-law off. I told him to stay and proceeded to console him until he went back outside to join the party. Several minutes went by and I heard yelling in the hallway as they proceeded to threaten each other with bodily harm.
It took several people to calm this situation down and I suddenly wished that I had celebrated my birthday ALONE as this same brother-in-law proceeded to change the music to some hillbilly shit and dance around in an ill attempt at the Cotton-Eye-Joe as onlookers shook their head and refrained from turning him into a yard decoration...
Welcome to MY world!
Posted by: Anji
at September 10, 2010 5:47 PM
My friend invited me for dinner and I brought a substantial dessert for us. As it turned out, she took off with her boyfriend to run an errand saying she'd return in half an hour. I spent two hours with her three student tenants and son. One student was playing a video game and didn't socialize or offer us the television. My friend didn't return at 9:30 PM when I left. My question is: since she never made us dinner and wasn't present, what would be the proper etiquette re. the expensive dessert I brought? Did I have a right to keep it? By the way, this occurred on a Friday and I rarely get that day off so I was P.O. because it went to waste.
Thanks in advance!
Posted by: terri
at September 2, 2011 5:21 AM
My biggest pet peeve: Celebrity gossip especially when small children are present. Children do not need to know people's personal lives and most gossip contains sexual themes. Gossip does not belong at parties when children are present.
Posted by: Sick of Dirty Gossip
at January 10, 2014 2:13 AM
There was a party after an awards ceremony and it included dancing and the dance people were so rude to me and my man (I was recovering from injury and my bf was injured). They made us dance even though we said no. The dance people forced our family members to coax us into dancing. Well, first off, nobody tells other people's families what to do and number 2. if the person does not feel like dancing, it is NOBODY'S business.
Therefore, we went on the slippery butt dance floor and I fell twice, straining my side and aggravating my bad shoulder. My bf did not dance and that was that. We quit after 5 minutes of utter stupidity.
Lesson: Just say no to the rude dance crew and tell them it is none of their business who dances or not.
Posted by: Injured
at March 9, 2014 6:14 PM
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