Bitches of the Round Table.

Yesterday, I attended a charity event with the great Kelly P and Amanda. Since Kelly P is married to one of the band members, we were seated at table 24, the band table. We mingled and wandered, and when we returned there were 4 strangers at the table. Kelly P politely told them that they were at the wrong table, to no avail. When a coordinator showed up and informed them that they misheard and were supposed to be at table 20 for 4 people, they refused to leave. They bitched that it was bad planning and they weren't moving because they were there first. Newsflash: it wasn't bad planning, it was bad hearing. No matter if you were there first, if you're at the wrong table, you move.

Instead some other band wives found an empty table a little ways away and we joined them. They felt guilty that they had turned down the number on that table since we didn't know who's table it was. So the ever ballsy Amanda took the table number from where we were at, walked over to table 24 and looked the bitchiest one right in the eye, and switched them. Unfortunately I couldn't see the death glares from where I sat, but damn, I wish I had guts like her.