.......pleeeeeeze talk me out of it!!
As you all know, my dh and I just had our 25th anniversary, and yesterday we threw ourselves a big bash complete with about $500 worth of decorations, food, beer, and other libations. We invited most of our co-workers, family, friends, acquaintances.......even our bosses. And out of the hundred or so people we invited, FIVE---count 'em, five---showed up. Even my sister, who had enough energy to go to the farmer's market and sit through a three-hour hair appointment yesterday, couldn't muster up enough social graces to come. In fact, the only folks who bothered were our landlords and Micah's grandparents, plus a lone colleague of Bill's. Not a single one of my colleagues came, even though I put out invitations and maps to our home in every department, as well as inviting people personally.
To say that we were disappointed is the understatement of the month........here we were, celebrating a milestone in our lives, in our beautiful home that's taken a week to clean and prepare, with food and drinks for a hundred, and only twelve people altogether to enjoy it. I will say that our eldest dd and SIL came through in a BIG way, making food, taking pictures, and keeping our spirits up as the hours passed, and our sons were also the gracious hosts, filling drink orders and being on their best behavior; and for that we were both thankful to the point of tears.......they made us so proud. :angel2: And the few who did come, brought cards and gifts and entertained us with great stories from their own longtime marriages.
But out of all the wasted time, effort, and resources, I guess we learned some valuable lessons........who our real friends are, and more importantly, who they aren't
. Maybe by the time our 50th rolls around, we'll have discovered how to make REAL friends
---either that, or we'll have decided that the only people we can count on are a few family members and our landlords!
So now I get to go in to work tomorrow, feeling like Charlie Brown all over again, like I did way back in fifth grade when I invited 12 classmates to my birthday party and only one, my best friend, showed up. Part of me wants to walk in and tell everybody "Hey, thanks for NOT coming to my party Saturday", while the other part just wants to curl up inside myself and save what's left of my shredded dignity by pretending the whole thing never happened. I don't often say the word 'never', but at this point I am perfectly comfortable with the idea that I will NEVER take this sort of risk again.......brings back too many bad memories of my childhood and teen years, of being a loser, of sitting at home with my parents watching "Police Woman" on Friday nights, of sleep-overs never invited to and proms never attended.
Oh well, que sera, sera.........
at least, we have a well-stocked fridge, a book full of photos and a really clean house!