Later that night, I went out to Geisha to celebrate a friend's birthday. I didn't want to go but my other friend accused me of being a cheapass, so I foolishly decided to go to prove my non-cheapassness. The meal came out to $128 per person. One Hundred Twenty Eight fucking dollars. What. the. fuck. I don't mind planning in advance to eat at an amazing restaurant, with the knowledge that I would be spending a shitload, but I was completely blindsided. The waitress (of course) recommended the 5 course tasting menu (which would have to be ordered by everyone at the table). Worried looks were exchanged, but everyone was too timid to object. I already have a reputation for being a party-pooping ahole, so it was not in my best interest to speak up at this time. However, never again am I going to let myself spend that much unless I absolutely can and want to.
Happy Birthday friend, but I won't be celebrating with you for the next 3 years. hahaha.
Wow that friend of yours who accused you of being a cheap@ss don't know you AT ALL. That Biatch.
ReplyDeleteAND I SAID I WAS SORRY. GOSH.