A former college roommate is getting married next month. Good for her, never giving up hope and finally snagging someone who is either a) blind, b) mentally deficient, or c) both! Whoops. Did I forget to delete that? How unkind of me.
We were pretty good friends for several years after college. When I came here she was the only person I knew and I consequently did a lot of things with her. Eventually I got tired of her negativity (ironic, I know) and I decided to back away from the friendship. Kind of like what I did to the cat lady, only without blocking her emails. Oh, did I mention that I blocked the cat lady's emails? It's been great. No more guilt-inducing letters. I love it!
Anyway, the former friend's bridal shower is tomorrow night. I'm not sure why I feel obligated to go, considering I first heard that she was engaged via mass text message. She asked for my address in a Facebook mesage 3 separate times and lost it twice, then made it seem like my fault that she couldn't keep track of these things. Irritating. Where was I? Oh, yes. The bridal shower.
After ignoring the shower invitation for nearly 2 weeks, I was struck with guilt this evening and finally RSVP'ed. The guilt came upon me while dusting when I saw a knick knack that she brought back from Costa Rica for me. I know she hasn't given me a birthday or Christmas gift in years and she will probably never have the opportunity to give me a wedding gift because a) I'm not likely to get married and b) I wouldn't invite her if I did, but I remembered what the friendship used to be and I thought maybe I should celebrate with her for old times' sake.
So I'm dragging my fat ass to a bridal shower tomorrow night where I'll be surrounded by people I haven't seen in years and may never see again. I've been kindly informed that the bride is registered with Pampered Chef and Target. Classy. Don't even get me started on unsolicited gift registration notices! I think I'll get her something useless & tacky from the local hussy store. I know she's desperate for a baby so perhaps flavored condoms? There I go, being mean again...