It went like this: a friend informed me that she was having an informal cocktail hour type thing today, and suggested that if I needed help finishing up party stuff, we could work on it afterwards. Come mingle and have some fun. I checked in with another friend, verified that she would attend and stay to help me, and agreed.
I got there around 6:00, expecting we’d get to work on my Big Bag O’ Cape Stuff by 8:00. I did pull aside my craft consultant as soon as she arrived to confer on cutting the material. This was a calculated move: I feared once she had a few drinks her measurements might be off. I then took some time to cut out the materials and then joined the party and was Social.
Believe it or not, being Social doesn’t always come naturally to me. Less so when I’m stressed. And I know that NO ONE CAN TELL I’m all stressed about THIS STUPID PARTY we’re having tomorrow, because I HARDLY EVEN MENTION IT and also the HYPERVENTILATING is so SUBTLE. Anyway, I was itching to get the capes out of the way. I still have plenty to do before tomorrow afternoon, but given my druthers, I would not have chosen to attend a full-blown party this evening. But I looked at it as a brief break before I finished what I needed to get done.
8:00 rolled around. Then 8:30. And people were eating and drinking and generally carousing and we had played a game and people wanted to play more games and no one was showing any signs of leaving and then it was 9:00 and there was more eating and drinking and general merriment right up until when my head exploded which sort of put a damper on things.
Not really. But a little bit after 9:00 I knew I could not enjoy myself until I got the capes done, so I slipped out of the living room and headed upstairs to where I’d already set up the iron and ironing board. (I got smart and decided I was not going to learn how to sew before today; now let’s all thank the good Lord for Stitch Witchery.) I commenced assembling and ironing the capes, and was accosted by two (drunk) friends.
They insisted that I come downstairs. When they were unable to talk me out of my task, they decided to stay in the room with me and taunt me for being grumpy, which was incredibly helpful. If you’re a single mom feeling all stressed out about a child’s birthday party on top of your normal worries about money, work, whatever, then the thing to do is head to a party composed of happily married couples where you’re the only one not drinking because CHRIST you have these stupid CAPES to make and a house to clean and THEN have several drunken friends who are supposed to be helping you INSTEAD give you a hard time about being cranky because they have no idea what it’s like to be a single parent.
For the record, it does not improve one’s mood to realize you’re starting to dislike people because you are jealous of their blissful ignorance.
I got the capes done. I rejoined the party. I realized it was late, and I said my good-byes and came home. I am no doubt the subject of the gathering, still; me and my grumpiness and my insane cape idea and my inability to relax. Or maybe not, and I’m just paranoid.
That brings the list of things I need to get done for tomorrow down to about 159 items to go. Oh, wait. Still 160. Because it used to be 160: Make capes. Now it’s 160: Apologize to party hosts for being such a downer.
Needless to say, I expect to be flooded with invitations on the heels of this entry.