And it's not like Jill had some big, elaborate date planned that couldn't easily be moved 24 hours. IIRC, we got some road side ice cream and then she dragged us through smelly horse shit field so we could lounge around next to her tree...on her property. It would be one thing if it were some special rooftop resaturant that has a long waiting list or a weekend excursion on her family's yacht (that needed to be prepped), but a Mr. Bean style picnic in her backyard?? Come on Jill, no need to get so miffed at MC not immediately agreeing to that. As the birthday boy, we have some agency in our own celebration I'd think.