The Invitation

As the hubby snores away in the next room, I sit here and wonder what the day holds for us. It's his weekend, so we don't have that pesky work thing to bother us today, just whatever our little heart's desire. Too bad we will most likely spend most of the day doing pretty much nothing as we decide whether or not it is even worth going anywhere, because going somewhere typically costs money. (If I haven't mentioned it before now, I am quite cheap, I don't like parting with money without a damn good cause.)

Our friends who had fallen off the face of the earth have resurfaced (and as I said in the last post, they are completely clueless to us having been upset) have invited us over today. Before I go much further, let me just say that the hubby and I are complete home bodies. We don't go out a lot and typically when we do, we'd rather be home anyway. Plus we enjoy a few cocktails in the evening and we are not the type to want to drink anywhere but home, simply so there is no worry about actually getting home.

A good example of these friends of ours was New Years Eve. We planned a big party (well, only big considering how small our apartment is) and invited over a dozen friends. We got big loaves of french bread and made big gourmet sandwiches, and we had a couple home made dips and crackers galore. We also made a huge stockpot full of alcoholic punch and bought some beer (a big deal because we never buy beer, ech.) A lot of people said they would try to come, a couple had already made other plans, but we at least expected a few people, right? Nope. The only two to come, where these two. Something we might have appreciated, if not for a few things. One, full well knowing how much food and drinks we had, they went out to a huge dinner before coming over, walking in the door complaining about how stuffed they were. Two, they had one drink each. Vast amounts of punch, and one drink each. (We had set this party up to go all night so there would be no drinking and driving involved.) And three, it's a New Years Eve party remember, they went home about 12:45. Yeah, if that wasn't a kick in the teeth, I don't know what was.

So back to our friends inviting us over. They only recently moved back to town, so we really haven't been over to their place much at all, but the problem isn't necessarily timing. They like to invite a whole bunch of their other friends over at the same time, which wouldn't be a problem except that the whole reason we would want to go over there is to see them, not their annoying friends. Yes, annoying, I haven't even met most but I can bet you I would want to pull my hair out in no time. A lot of their friends are still fresh out of high school, and the hubby and I learned years ago that the high school mentality was overrated. You put six eighteen year old girls into a small room together and it's going to be like fingernails on a chalk board. We have enlightened our friends to this fact and this they seem to completely understand, except for the fact that nothing has changed. The call to invite us is rarely understood due to the high pitched giggling in the background.

Plus they always want us to come drink, knowing that we really only drink at home. We passed that point a while back where it felt cool to crash on someone's couch for the night. Sure, people crash on our couch all the time, but we are also damn good hosts. We always try to feed whoever is drinking and we don't let people leave until after they sober up. We get that there is a responsibility to letting people drink in our home, and we take it seriously, not many others we know do.

To make things more irritating, today's invitation was complicated. They want us to come over today because they don't work tomorrow. We asked what time, and the guy said he worked this morning 8:30-1:30 so any time after that, except for the fact that they are having dinner with his mom around seven, so any time after that, except for the fact that the chick has school the next day so not too late. And by the way, there will probably be other people there too.

So to shorten this already long story, we will probably end up waiting for quite some time by the phone for them to call sometime after they eat dinner, only to have them finally remember to ring and say they have other people on the way over and we'll get together another night. (If you can't tell, I know this because it has happened several times before.) These are the people we usually call our closest friends.

Fun, huh?