They say you don't truely know a person until you live with them. And boy... is that the case this past week. A friend of mine came from the USA to stay with me a week. I was excited, of course, and she would be crashing on our airmatress in the living room for the duration of her stay and I had the majority of the time off work. I had alot of things planned to keep her busy, from the sights around Brighton to London to Stonehenge.
So why has her stay felt like a burden?
Firstly, we went to the Seven Sisters chalk cliffs on Friday along the premise we had to be back in Brighton in time to change and meet my colleagues for a team night out drink. Not the whole outing, just make an appearance. We get to the cliffs and immediately she states her desire to not return for the drinks. Fair enough. I have no one's phone number so I just assume they will know I'm not attending from my absence.
Saturday night we hang out with my two best friends I've made since moving, and I start picking up signals of bitchiness whenever the conversation isn't revolving around her. She then starts correcting my male friend's pronounciation of british words... when he IS BRITISH. He is pretty much like "um....riiiiiight" and I can understand the sentiment.
Sunday my hubby, who is amazing, drove us the 3 hours out to Stonehenge which is practically my friend's personal mecca (he is wonderful, he drove me out there for the first time, and again when my mom visited). We pull into the parking lot and my friend enquires about Stratford Upon Avon and how close it is, and if we could go there after Stonehenge (mind you, at this point we hadnt even reached the gates to pay to get into the park of Stonehenge). Hubby replied that as is, we wouldn't get back to Brighton until 8pm as it is and he had some web design work to finish. This sent her off into a FREAKING huff when this wonderful person, my hubby, had just driven us out to STONEHENGE for a person, my friend, whom he has no investment in.
She wasn't happy I had to work today, but I was!
tomorrow we are going to London to do Tower of London, Big Ben, Buckingham, and a Jack the Ripper tour. She was disappointed we couldn't leave sooner in the day due to an eye appointment I have, and she was a bit huffy when i suggested we may not be able to do minor things like Abbey Road or Notting Hill just because of time contraints on the opening hours of ToL and the time of the ripper tour. And I want to scream really?? seriously?? We are bending over backwards to entertain you while you're here and you are essentially upset because 1. we cant alter the space-time continuom so you can fit the entirety of ENGLAND into a week time span 2. we can't 100% stop our lives just because you've come to visit. And I told her you cannot "do london" in an afternoon. Hell, you need 2 days for the British Museum ALONE!
Wednesday she goes back. I'm really jonsing for World of Warcraft, I haven't played in a week. She got huffy when I fired up the game while we were sitting idly for 30 minutes waiting for my hubby to return so we could leave for Stonehenge.
I feel bad for feeling this way. Obviously she IS a friend, but maybe one you can only take in really .... REALLY... small doses. She leaves Wednesday, and it's been a learning experience. I'm not angry, just a bit like WTF O_O.
Thanks for reading the rant.
ETA: I just wanted to add to anyone reading that I really do like her as a friend, we got on well (but only ever hung out for a few hours at a time before) when I lived in the USA. Maybe things are going on with her that I dont know about that are adding to her behavior, maybe she is jealous of liviing in the UK... I really dont know. I'm not trying to be bitchy, just a gracious host. But it's costing me the last of my months wages to do alot of this stuff and I simply cannot give anymore... and I get the feeling from her it's not good enough.