My hubby and I are constantly on time. We are always the first. Sometimes driving around the neighborhood before knocking on the door.
We live in California. We made friends with our sons high school football team mates parents who are from my husband's home state Iowa. At one game they invited us to their home in Newport Beach to watch Iowa play on New Years Day. My husband was exicited to watch Iowa play with a fellow Hawkeye fan. He was happy! It was an early game - 9:00 am - New Years morning...get where this is going?
I got up at 6:00 am to get ready. Hubby picked up the babysitter at 7:00 am to stay with daughter as we were taking the older sons. They had no small children. This man and my hubby hit it off. He invited us to come to his home to watch Iowa play right. We get the teen age boys up. Half asleep. We get there early and drive around until my hubby was going nuts - 10 minutes to game time.
We knock on the door. No answer. Knock again. No answer. Two minutes to game time - hubby kinda pounds on the door. This guy comes down in his underware to answer the door and seems like he forgot he even invited us! My eyes, my eyes! Did I really need to see this man in his skanky underware?
We go into a dark quiet house - no one up - don't know how to turn the TV on. We wait and wait. It was so gross. He comes down in sweats, turns the game on and goes back upstairs. The wife didn't come down until half time.
No food. No coffee. They had told us to come for breakfast and watch the game. We took the invite seriously. I would have brought something!
Throughout the first quarter their guests, family, come down from bed and continue to lay all over the couches. They were obviously so hung over!
It was so uncomfortable. The wife comes down and goes through her cookbooks and then leaves. No explanation. Just takes off. Was she mad we were there? I was there when they both invited us! I took off and went to the grocery store and brought back food. He finally made coffee.
We still talk about that all the time. We could have stayed home, as it was raining and all...stayed in OUR pjs and had our coffee and breakfast.
We never did that again and I never really gave her or him my time after that.
I was so mad I had a babysitter with my daughter when we could have been home eating pancakes and bacon with her.
There was no room to sit as their 'nephews' or whoever were sprawled out on the couches. I was sitting on the stairs pissed off but my husband just wanted to watch Iowa play. The things we do