swingchickie | the out crowd, chapter 2

so, that party happened friday night (the one i hadn't been invited to), and i followed my gut (and everyone's advice) and didn't go. didn't think much more about it. but monday during the day, when i was at the mall holiday shopping, my cell phone rang... it was N, the girl who had hosted the party. my heart did a little leap -- she never calls me on my cell, we always voicemail each other if we need something... so she must've been calling about the party. i figured it had come up that i hadn't been invited, and she felt bad for the slip, and was calling to let me know i should have come. awww. but i turned out to be wrong... she had an urgent work question, and i answered it for her and that was that. no mention of the party. hmmm. so needless to say, after that, i got bummed out all over again. (yes, i know that i sound like a middle schooler once again. i have a major inferiority complex, i can't help it.)

so tuesday, after the evil volunteering gig at the salvation army, some of my co-workers and i went out for a drink. and as we were sitting around talking, N's party came up in conversation. turns out everyone at that table, like 8 people, had been invited. i was the only one there who hadn't received an invitation. the ones who had gone laughed about how great it was, how late they stayed, how many people were there, etc. etc. and i sat there feeling like a complete loser.

so, now i'm obsessed with this stupid party. and i'm hurt all over again. *sigh*