Jan 18, 2010 15:20
I thought the party went fantastic. Everyone seemed to really enjoy their selves. I was confident nothing was broken, ruined, or stained. Fully confident last night we would get our $300deposit back....
Last night. This morning totally a diffrent story. I get the frantic phone call. The toilet was clogged, mens bathroom flooded, and some one smeared shit all over the walls. Shit. on. the. stall. walls. ARE YOU KIDDING, GOD? Please tell me your kidding.
Basically no one will fess up. My side is saying there trying to scam us. His side must think my side is a bunch of low life retards.
SHOOT ME.... So I'm out of $300. That was suppost to be for Zophia's one year forward facing car seat. UGH.
Paul has been calling me nonstop to cuss me out. Like I did it. I dunno... I thought I'd be less stressed after the party was over.... Not so much...