So...

I went to a "friend's" home decorating party, so as not to use the name of the company, a few weeks ago and agreed to host a party so she would get free stuff. I had forgotten about mailing the invitation list, but everyone on the list had been told about the party, so I didn't think it was *that* big of a deal.

I suppose, in all fairness, that I shouldn't have agreed to do the party because:

First of all, I have a very small circle of friends. I don't talk to enough people anymore to fill a room.

And then there's the fact that my life seems to always get in the way of things like this. First there was R's grandmother dying, and then the girls' birthdays. There have been trips to the Burgh to the VA with M. There have been days spent volunteering at Grace's school and as bus aide. There was the circus.

Anyway, what I'm trying to say is that there are far more pressing things on my mind than hosting a silly home decorating party. The invitation list totally slipped my mind.

The party is this Saturday. The chick has rented a room to hold the party in, which is the way she always does this type of party and not an idea of mine.

She called tonight and left a message that she *really* needed to talk to me and that any time after 8:30 was okay. I had taken the girls to the library tonight for Story Time and didn't get home until 8:15. I called her at 8:30 and left a message. I then proceeded to call and call and call and get a busy signal until nine on the nose.

She started the conversation with, "Is this Saturday going to be okay with you?" She was abit short with me, but I decided to take a deep breath and be nice.

"Yes. Is it still okay with you?"

"Well, I just received your invitation list today. I don't know if this is going to work, Amy, because if I send the brochures out tomorrow, they won't get them until Wednesday or Thursday."

"So do you want to cancel?"

Of course she didn't want to cancel. She went on to tell me that the "friend" whose party I had intended said that she didn't even know about the party. "She and I don't hang out together or talk. Everything we do is related to bunco and it's just one of those things, so you can't base anything on that."

Oh, she didn't realize that. *roll eyes*

Anyway....The next question from her mouth was, "Can you guarantee people are going to be there?"

Excuse me? "I couldn't have guaranteed that people would be there had the invitations been sent out a month ago, so no."

That wasn't what she wanted to hear. She went on and on about the whole thing and how she had spent money to rent the room. I asked her if she could get the money back to which she curtly replied no. "So it looks like we're just going to have to go with what we've got then, huh?"

And I admit, I was wrong and irresponsible for not getting the invitation list to her. But, as I have said earlier, things like this are such low priority for me. Really. And I think a lot of her problem was that I didn't have tons of people on the list. Then again, she said that she usually rents the room with another representative, so what's the big friggin' deal? If she had a quota for attendance then that should have been stated to me and I never would have agreed to the party in the first friggin' place.

Anyway, the whole thing has left a bitter taste in my mouth. I don't give a damn if the party happens now or not. And I'm not trying to take away the fact that this is a source of income for her. But I can't muster up a dose of "this is a big deal and worthy of strife."

So that's my bitch for the evening. Wish me luck on Saturday, will ya? Ha.