I'm part of a large, voluntary group & I attend a lot of social events. At an informal post-meeting grub fest, word got around that Jen X (suitable pseudonym) was having a birthday party at Yummiez (not-so-suitable pseudonym). A couple of people invited me & my husband. Since Jen was right there & heard us get invited, my husband asked for details.
Jen told him that there is limited room at the restaurant & well, you know, not everybody can be invited & we're not on the list, Sorry.
WTF. Yummiez hosts Quizzo on Thursday nights... they are used to volume. AND on top of that, I heard that everybody pays their own way at the restaurant so it's not a cost thing. AND while Jen & I aren't bestest friends, I do have her phone number, have socialized with her, & she even dished dirt about her life to me. I'm at least warm acquaintaince material here.
To parlay this snub into an episode of Oprah (not Jerry Springer, please) my husband & I have relayed this story to a few friends (ahem, anybody who will listen) & they respond in disbelief and say:
1) Jen is kidding.
2) Of course you are invited, I'm invited. Isn't everybody invited?
Somebody said that me & spousie being married might be nauseating to our single b-day girl. You could say I am a GOOMPY (get out of my party).
Frankly, I'm not so egotistical to think there would ever be lines to go to my birthday, on the Saturday after July 4th no less. I'm tempted to show up anyway...or if I was really mean, show up with a tasteful gift & card, present it to Jen & announce loudly that I was leaving because Jen told me I wasn't invited.
Knowing me I'll do what married people do on a Saturday night--
& watch Real Sex on HBO & boink all night