Birthday Dinner

Tomorrow is my Mom's 50th birthday. Dad arranged for a surprise birthday dinner for her at her favorite French restaurant tonight. I've got to leave to be there in about an hour. Dad has been a real asshole about setting it all up though. He sort of changed the date for this surprise dinner last minute so Jennifer would have a difficult time getting to the resturant. She doesn't get off from work until 6 or 6:30. When I asked Dad if it would be okay for Jennifer to come to the dinner late he got angry about it and snapped "We will all be done eating by the time she gets there." He's so full of shit. I told Jennifer the same thing, that my Dad is full of shit. So, I told Jennifer not to bother showing up. I don't want to go, either. Dad is going to act like a fucker the whole time I just know it. He's going to be annoying, and my sister is going to be her usual lame self. I don't have any idea what to give my Mom for being fifty years old.

Dad suggested I bring some crummy balloons or flowers for her. The balloon idea is too stupid for me to handle. She's not a kid. I called a couple of floral shops earlier this afternoon and they all seem to be closed on Sunday. So I'm out of luck. The way Dad spoke to me over the phone the other day about the balloon idea I get the feeling the balloons would be for him more than for my Mom. He also implored me not to wear my mangy grey Irish cap to the restaurant. He was being so weird about it that I laughed at him into the phone receiver. He's acting like such a loser these days.