Miz t.'s ditzy friend.

Her husband died 5 or 6 years ago and left her a very wealthy woman. She has a large house on a golf course near us.
Big pool, view of lake, etc.

She decided she wanted a change of scene and rented a huge 4 bedroom penthouse condo on the beach. Only 2 condos per floor. Private elevator to her condo. Wraparound tiled balcony. Just an amazing place. They sell for around 1.6 mil.

She invited 8 of us in the neighborhood for drinks and dinner last night.
4 of us drove down together. The other 4 would arrive a little later.
She met us in the lobby because you need an electronic key for the elevator. She seems to be in a tizz.

"How many of y'all are coming tonight?"
(Gee, hon. This is YOUR party. You don't know?)
"Well there's us 4 and the Smiths and Browns will be here soon, so I guess 9 counting you."
"Oh. I invited Sarah too."
"Then that would make 10 total."
"Oh dear, I only made 8 entrees. I forgot to count somebody. Oh well, I had a big lunch. I'll just have a salad."
:eyes:
Miz t. and the other woman with us immediately said they'd just have a half portion. That would be plenty.

We got upstairs, fixed drinks and got the grand tour. It was palatial. The other 5 arrived but couldn't get the gate code right, so called from the street. Our hostess had to go down and let them in.

We're finally all there, another round of drinks, chit chat.
More drinks.
We're sitting at a bar in the kitchen and I can see no sign of any cooking going on. Maybe it's gonna be catered?
More drinks.
I look around.
No hors d'ouvres, not even a bowl of peanuts.
My stomach is growling. I better cut back on the drinks or I'll be smashed on an empty stomach.

About 8:30 she puts a pot of water on to boil.
Get out a package of fettuccine.
Looks like this may take a while.
I fix myself a glass of ice water. I'm on the wagon now, at least until I get some food.

Eventually the pasta is done and she brings something out of the oven. A pan of halved shriveled eggplants that look to have seen better days. Filled with something that tastes like shrimp and StoveTop Stuffing.
I'm afraid I wolfed it down.

On the way home I said "Next time Suzy has a dinner party I think I'll have a previous engagement."
:shrug:

Oh. My. God.

That is a shame...

Some people do have more money than sense, don't they?

:P

I think maybe she's lost a step or 2?

too rich to be crazy ;)

:rofl: great story.


:hug: Sorry you had such a miserable evening.

MANY years ago.
Comes from relatively humble background.
Her husband worked (and drank) himself into an early grave.
Had his own business and, over the years, bought vacant properties on major highway back before population tripled and prices went out of sight.

debacle from The Mary Tyler moore show.

She called Miz t. before we left the house.
"Would you bring a cake knife? There's no cake knife here."
Sure.

Dessert was supposed to be a Key Lime Ice Cream pie.
But Suzy forgot to put it in the freezer when she got home from the store.
So we didn't need the cake knife and had Key Lime Ice Cream soup for dessert.
Not too bad, considering.

At one point she said "This whole dinner has been a disaster."
WE assured her that this was not true and that it was indeed a gourmet Lucullan feast worthy of James beard, Julia Child AND Martha Stewart.

And folks, that's what friends are for.
:-)

2. How much money are we talking about, here?

3. Is she looking for someone to keep her company?

4. I can cook.

2. Millions?
3. Probably
4. She could use you.

Damn brats think they should get all the dough just for being related.

One worthless and one...we're not sure yet.
Both evidently plan to live off mom's real estate income.

And lives a long, long time. Spending HER money any way she seems fit.

Sounds like a nice gal.