Need to vent...

My best friend growing up and I had a falling out a few months ago. We tentatively patched things up before I moved across the country from NJ to the Bay Area in CA. A few weeks ago, she told me she was coming out to the west coast for a little while and wanted to see me the 27th and 28th of this month. I agreed.

Fast forward to this week. Tuesday night, I get a text saying she was going to be in the bay area Wed and leaving Friday morning. In her message, she insinuated that she was planning on staying at my home for her visit. I was REALLY annoyed that she expected to drop in last minute when she had originally said she'd be there a week later, AND that she was planning on staying at my place, without asking, and was bringing her new boyfriend that I'd never met before.

I sucked it up and asked when they were going to be in town on Wed. She said around 7 or 8pm, and I offered to make dinner if they wanted, to which she said yes. Wed night at 7:30, I get a text saying they will be there at 11 or later, because they hit traffic while leaving LA and hadn't left their place until rush hour. I called her and politely suggested they eat something on the way up, since they were coming in so late. Her response? "You said you were cooking for us." ...

And I sucked it up. When they finally got there, I had the leftovers from dinner there for them, and she complained about it. And instead of telling her off, I made something else for her. David (my boyfriend) and I went to sleep, and got them all set up for what they needed for sleeping. They kept us up until 3am laughing and talking and being TOTALLY disrespectful, and David had to work in the morning.

I'd offered before they got there that I would show them around the city Thursday (yesterday). We took the train up into the city and I showed them around all the cool places. They used me as their personal photographer all day, which I didn't mind at first because it was their first time in San Francisco. The part that made me REALLY upset was the fact that the entire day was made 1000000000% awkward by the fact that they were making out in front of me all day. I don't mind seeing a little PDA, holding hands, the occasional kiss, etc. But when I'm trying to have a conversation with them and in the middle of it they shove their tongues down each others' throat...THAT I mind. I felt like the third wheel the entire day.

I warned them it was going to be getting cold later on in the afternoon, so we should hurry and get everything done at a decent time. They didn't listen, and then she complained for an hour about how "freezing cold it was" (It was 56 at around 6pm). I asked her again if she wanted to go get ice cream at my favorite place, and she insisted we go. She starts walking in the wrong direction, and I told her it was the other way. She got all pissed off and they looked up the address on one of their phones and then started walking really fast, leaving me about a block behind, alone, and didn't look back, slow down, or say anything. I wasn't exactly walking slow, either.

Eventually we got back from the city, got off the train and went to dinner. My boyfriend met up with us and after explaining what had gone on all day, he was furious. We had dinner with them, and in an effort to be nice, we offered to go back and play some board games, or watch a movie, or whatever they felt like. She decided as we were leaving that she wanted to stop in at the place next door to the restaurant and get some pants (she hadn't brought any with her on the trip). The store closed in 15 minutes, and our home is 15 minutes from where we were. David and I headed back to the house and I wasn't feeling well, so he let me lay down while he took care of a few things. He came to bed at midnight (over an hour and a half after the store had closed and they should have been back) and we were woken up at 1am by them coming back. They made a bunch of noise and kept us up again, and right there I wanted to tell them to leave.

This morning I was in NO mood to deal with them. David got up and ready for work, and at 10:30 they were still sleeping, when I had told them the night before that I needed to be gone by 11:30 in order to make an appointment I had. David woke them up and went to work, and they literally just sat around until NOON, even after I (politely) reminded them that I needed to leave. Got out of the house late, and I'm still pissed at them.

On the bright side, I walked 9.2 miles yesterday.