Veronica: I’m fine.
Mac: I know. We know. But it’s okay if you’re not.
Veronica: I’m fine. Seriously. I just told the two of you because I thought you should know. I’m not looking for a pity party.
Wallace: That’s good, ’cause I always get stuck blowing up the pity balloons. –Veronica Mars
I woke up yesterday morning and I had a voice message from Monica. For some reason I just had a feeling it would be bad news. Sure enough it turns out that she wasn’t feeling well and had to cancel the hen party for that night. I’m just so sad because I just talked to her the previous day and she said we were on. That was before I’d gone to the store and bought a bunch of snack foods and dinner. Before I’d made cupcakes and decorated my house. Before I’d hand painted the hen party sign and put all that time and effort into it. What a waste.
I know it’s not her fault that she got sick. I know how stressful planning a wedding can be and she definitely needs her rest. We’ll get to celebrate plenty next week. I’m more disappointed and frustrated with Tahoe Girl, who was also supposed to come over. When she found out that Monica was sick, she flaked on me too! I called her up and asked if I could bring my cupcakes to her place in SF and maybe we could go out on our own. Instead she said she was going to head home for an early father’s day visit with her parents. I had the feeling that I was just being blown off and I won’t lie, it stung a bit.
I’m also sad because I don’t have close friends around here that I could call up and have come over to celebrate with me anyways. If we were still living in our old place, I could have called a few friends over to help me eat the cupcakes and maybe go out dancing.
On a good note I’m getting some much needed R&R time. The relaxing time would be a whole lot better if Match were home to snuggle up on the couch with me. I am getting some house work done and watching the Prince and Me on TV, with a glass of wine. It’s definitely not a bad night, just a bit lonely.
I sometimes wish you, my bloggy friends lived closer. How much fun would it have been to get together, pig out on penis cupcakes and wine and then go out for a night of silliness? I’m officially ready to go to my first bloggy meet up. Name the time and place girls. I’m there!
Speaking of bloggy friends, I wrote a guest post for the lovely Miss E over at Adventures of Starting Over. It’s about my wedding day jitters and hopefully you’ll get a laugh out of it.