Whine

I never bring up money. I think it's crass. However, I'm doing it this time because it's kind of a burr under my saddle today.

After the show, Missie and I stopped at Parnell's to wait for the parking deck to thin out. We were both starved, so we only had one cocktail (which I paid for) and then headed back to Cuyahoga Falls for some margaritas and Mexican food.
After a couple of rounds of margaritas, an appetizer and meals, the waiter dropped our check off and placed it between us at the end of the table. Having bought pre-show and post-show drinks (as well as the entire tab at Town Hall during our previous jaunt) I kind of thought Missie might want to pick up the dinner check. Instead, she put a page of coupons down on top of the check and continued talking. After a few minutes, I picked up the check to look at it. She offered some weak excuses about it probably was her turn to pay. In fairness, at that point I could have agreed and handed it over to her, especially since she bragged on the way to the show that she no longer looks at gasoline prices because she can afford it, regardless of cost. Instead, I chose to pay the $86 check and call it a day.

At one point and not that long ago, I would have called Missie one of my closest friends. Now, I have to lobby her to spend time with me and when we do, I am constantly struck by the differences in our lifestyles. She admits to being pretentious. She brags about how well off she is financially. With the exception of one friend, she talks casually how she has no time to really interact with any of her other friends. She isn't the same person. I'm willing to wait this phase out, as I have so many others (usually involving relationships with men in her life) but it is a tortuously slow, painful process this time.

As I said before, our last show in Cleveland this season is the end of an era, possibly in more ways than one. You have no idea how much it hurts me to type this.