Big Pig

my social life comes in waves.  i can have absolutely nothing to do for weeks on end and then all of a sudden, bam!  it's one event after another for 2-3 days.  and then again, nothing.  (of course i should consider myself lucky that i even have a social life now that i'm married and living in the suburbs.)

last friday is a case in point.  during some email chitchat earlier in the week,  scratchy yarn in pants asked if i was going to bask in the glow of the harlot.  as much as i wanted to, i regretfully was not able to because i had accepted a "real world" friend's invitation to participate in the bane of the suburban wife existance (this suburban wife anyway), a "Tastefully Simple," party.  yes, i was going to a friend's house to be guilted into buying dip so that my friend could get free dip.  i could have easily called and said, "hey real world friend, something's come up, i can't come tonight," and changed my plans.  but no, i try to be a good and supportive friend.  unfortunately, i don't always think i'm treated like a good and supportive friend.  because this "so called friend" (who shall for the remainder of the post be referred to as "so-called friend")  decided to cancel the dip party and managed to get the word out to all of her guests EXCEPT FOR ME!!!!!!  yep, i drove to worcester for nothing ... not even dip, when i could have been having fun.  i hear that post-harlot there was even beer.  *sniff*

but the evening wasn't totally ruined, because when i got home from worcester a package from vera was waiting for me.    unlike my "so-called friend," vera had actually remembered me and had sent me some piggly wiggly goodness.  i am totally about the pig now.

thanks vera!

Comments

[claudia]

That is utterly tragic. BTW, I have a policy. That policy is: it doesn't matter how much I love you, I'm not going to a buy-shit party.

Another time, then.

[laurie]

I now hereby adopt Claudia's theory of never again going to a buy-shit party. Except a Trashy Lingerie party and by the way? No one in my neighborhood is on the Trashy Lingerie bandwagon.

Well, I'm sorry it was a bust but ... Piggly Wiggly? Are you being slowly sucked into a parallel dimension of southernness via kitsch? Because if so, I will totally have my folks send you a carton of moon pies, LOL. And maybe some "You know you're a redneck if..." joke books. Yup.

[Cathi]

Worcester? Damn, that's not close. At least you got some quality MINI time in (trying to make the best of a not great sitch).

[Vera]

Wow. I feel bad for you. Well, while the little piggy items cannot make up for missing the Harlot (gasp), I'm glad you like them.

[Wendy]

Man, I missed the Harlot too. We can cry in our beer together next time I see you...

ps - thanks for telling me I'm cute. Made my day!

[Lee Ann]

A buy-shit party is NOT a party.

If I want to see the Yarn Harlot, I have to go through Customs and Immigration to do it. Does that make you feel any better? :-}