I am indeed brave, right? But right now I am slightly scared. I am off to a 40'ieth birthday party for a girl I went to school with. I kid you NOT youngsters, when I say I have met her ONCE since we took "studenten" at the age of 18. This was when I bumped into her a few weeks ago and she enthusiastically invited me to her party. I was anyway going to my parents' this weekend so I though, WHY NOT. Also, she is a really lovely girl so I thought it would be fun to reconnect with my old hometown.
I got the invitation via Facebook -- bring your man/husband along! Yeah, right. I had just split up from my latest 3-months-trial-and-again-big-time-error guy, so I answered -- I will come by myself.
Now, I am not sure about this decision. I tried to lure my sister to come with me as a chapron, but she refused. She did offer to come pick me up at midnight, but I gracefully declined. There are limits even to me. My best mate since school is in Stockholm, highly pregnant and about to pop-- and getting bored -- and she can't wait to hear all about this party. So, I do this for you lovely. I do this for you.
Darling, I so admire you for going! Courageous indeed you are. I wish I could be a fly on the wall (if not joining you, better still, but stödstrumpor is not my favourite party outfit) but you know I am with you in spirit. I know you will rule the party, looking fab and sexy, oozing intelligence while circulating, as always. Just remember to take pics! And absorb all the juicy gossip you can. Love you always :*
ReplyDeletePuss! you were very present mentally. xx
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