The Scorpio party was interesting.
Cindy was darling and charming, as always. I really love her and think that she’s a pretty amazing person. I mean, look at that cake! That gigantic cupcake? That’s exactly her personality: whimsical, silly, pretty. Yes, those are deer with wedding rings around their necks (because all the Scorps at the party want to get married–ha!). And yes, the deer on the top has butterfly wings.
I’d met several of the other girls she’d invited already, but some were fresh, new friends who were very cool. I even made some new faceboook friends. Had some fun conversations.
The strange thing was that one by one, they dropped like flies! One of them had to leave to tend to a baby. That’s fine. But then one got very sick (she’s lactose intolerant and ate a bunch of dairy–including a HUGE portion of the insanely delicious mac & cheese), and then another chick (Cindy’s best friend) simply curled up onto a ball on the couch and proceeded to fall asleep about halfway through the party. And did not move the rest of the night!
I was the last one standing, and Cindy and I had a good time catching up with all of the usual stuff, but I was like, what’s up with Sleeping Beauty? We finally determined that she decided she wasn’t getting enough attention so she just took herself out of the picture by going nite-nite.
Brat. Seriously. Who does that? And this woman is a very successful and high-powered prosecuting attorney. Yes, she’s also beautiful and attention-grabbing used to getting lots and lots of notice. All the more reason to be gracious at your best friend’s birthday party, don’t you think? I guess she didn’t think so. Weird.
So I’m feeling kind of blah and maybe a tad hungover, and I’m even skipping church. It’s cloudy and looks like it’s going to rain, and I’m just not into much of anything right now. I need to start cleaning out closets as I’m going to be moving soon (and I don’t even know where at the moment!).
I’m just….eh right now. Need more coffee. Possibly a nap.
*EDIT: Okay, perhaps I was out of line for calling Sleeping Beauty a brat. Perhaps there really was something wrong. I know she wasn’t drunk for sure, and I know she wasn’t sick. But whatever. No biggie and certainly not my problem, right? So I will let sleeping dogs lie from now on.
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