Similarly, unless you had the night of your life (you didn’t) or at least the best meal of your life (you also didn’t), it’s virtually impossible to not begrudge your host, because hell hath no fury like people who paid $116.24 each for shitty flank steak, one mozzarella stick, and a vodka soda.
Everyone always thinks they paid too much, which assures that all you’ll hear for the next several hours (because that’s how long it will take to split 25 credit cards) is, “I only ate from the bread basket and Rick underpaid!” Rick only ever has cash, and never enough of it.
Bottom line: everyone is walking away from this playing field emotionally and financially defeated, with a few new battle scars, and let’s be honest, probably starving. So the next time someone invites you to a birthday party, suggest a game of capture the flag instead. Together, we can make a difference.