Be Afraid...

Tomorrow is Z's first birthday party! Which makes me afraid, very afraid. I just found out that Joan isn't coming! Joan was my only close friend who was coming.

I am a social nincumpoop.

John Waters said in an interview I heard once that the really good thing about being rich is that you just don't have to deal with people you don't want to deal with. I'm a afraid that, if I had that kind of freedom, I would never deal with anyone. I guess I would be alone all the time.

I like people, in theory. But in actual practice- I don't know. They seem an awfully suspicious lot, to me. I only like, really like, a very few people. Most of them don't have children. I only invited people with babies (or, truly, I invited babies to bring their people) to the birthday party. Therefore- well, do the math.

All the same, it seems like it ought to be fun. A lot of uncorrupted youth. It should be fun. I shall truly find the spark that inspired me to throw the party shining brightly tomorrow, right? Right?


  1. Do you at least like the babies? That would help. I am no help to you, because I am in the same boat most of the time.

  2. Happy Birthday to Z! I can't believe she's one already, how did that happen so fast?!

    I know exactly what you mean about people, I am the exact same way. It's too bad you don't live closer. You and Gina and I would be hanging out all the time.

    I hope the party is fun for you as well as Z. I can't wait to see pictures. :)

  3. I like everyone who is coming (or at least the ones I know- B. invited some people, too) babies especially. It's just dealing with everyone at once which causes me anxiety. I love to plan parties, though. I like to send out invitations, bake the cake, decorate-- but the actual party freaks me out.

    They'll be here in an hour! The house is clean. Brian even washed the windows! Z. is asleep. Hopefully, we won't have to wake her up for her party!