Remember how I was a cleaning machine this week, right on down to dusting the living room blinds?
Well, that was because on my calendar for tonight is a Birthday Bonfire in a close friend's honor.
So I invited a couple of other guests, planned the menu, went to the grocery store and made the birthday cake (to be frosted today)
And even though the party was mostly supposed to be in the back yard, hence the Bonfire Theme of it, I paid close attention to the housecleaning because the food, the beverages and the bathroom (please) are all inside. That and the fact that we've got snow and a predicted high of 39.
So imagine the sucker punch feeling I got when I opened an e-mail from the Birthday Girl saying that she and her visiting sister would not be coming afterall. Due to a family emergency they'd been set back in their calendar of fun and were heading up to Stamp Nirvana a whole half day later than expected, thereby staying away longer and being unable to come over for the bonfire on Friday night.
So I felt immediately sick to my stomach and hurt that I am that simple to write off and fired back a response saying that I was sorry to hear about the family emergency. The end.
And then I got really really really really angry.
I tried to call a girlfriend to vent but, lucky for her, she was out. So I called one of the dinner guests, who wasn't 100% sure he could make it due to lifestyle circumstances, to see if he would be able to make it afterall. I figured if he couldn't make it, perhaps it was time for a reschedule. But he said he wouldn't miss it for the world and was working out something to ensure that he'd be here.
Which only made me feel worse about the flippancy of the guest of honor's cancellation.
I decided to send another e-mail to the friend who'd cancelled to let her know how I really felt. I mean, really, what the hell? How rude is that? Unfortunately, this isn't the first time I've been removed from this woman's calendar.
So fuck that shit. I refuse to be treated this way. Once I figure out where I sit on someone's priority list, I make it a whole lot easier for them by simply removing myself from their list altogether.
I pondered over whether or not to post this entry. Knowing that she sometimes reads. Knowing that a mutual friend reads, too. See you tonight? I decided to stand up and represent those women who have been ditched for better invitations. Let's stand together and say "We're Not Taking It Anymore!"
We need a Club.
Sore Losers United To Speak-Up Against Second Ass Place: SLUTS ASAP
I don't know. I'm not so good at naming clubs. Probably why people take me for granted.
This entry will be deleted when I feel uncomfortable with it being here.
8:52 a.m. - November 10, 2006
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