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They’re quite aware of what they’re going through…

So, I’m going to a friend of a friend’s 40th birthday bash. Let me clarify ‘a friend of a friend:’ I have a good friend (E), who used to date this guy (B), but it didn’t work out for whatever reason. However, they still remain close friends, and if you ask me, their whole relationship gives off this vibe that they will end up ‘together’ (whatever that means anymore). Their personalities compliment each other and that’s just how I see them: as an unofficial ‘couple.’

Anyway, I’ve met B on more than one occasion, and since he is turning 40 this month, he is throwing himself a big party at the country club. Incidentally, E was telling me that some of the caterers, etc, that he contacted had the nerve to give their (unsolicited) opinion that throwing oneself a big bash was “odd.” To that I say ‘fuck off!’ Personally, I think it’s awesome and who knows you better than yourself? I’d do the same thing…but then I don’t know anywhere near 100 people or keep contact with any family members. LOL!

I was flattered to be included in the activities, so needless to say I’m looking forward to it. Incidentally, my friend A was also invited (via E, whom really likes her) and I invited P (natch). E & B have yet to meet P, so it’ll be interesting. I think it will all be a lot of fun. Plus, the masochist in me is curious to see how all three of us (A, P and myself) function in a social setting, being that we are all pretty reclusive…or ‘independent,’ if you will. I told A & P that I intend on “mingling,” if nothing more as a social experiment, since I rarely ‘do’ the whole social thing. Also, I’ll be meeting some close friends of E, whom apparently know me vicariously through E (and vice versa), so I’m anxious to finally put a face with the name(s).

Anyway, I asked E’s advice on what he thought B might like for his birthday. He said that he likes “kitchen stuff.” i.e. cheese cutting boards, gadgets, etc. Well, I didn’t see anything in that arena that I would want to give as a gift. *footnote: One of my prerequisites for gift-giving is that the gift I choose should be something that I would own myself. So, since I didn’t find any kitchen-related gifts that I thought were up to par, I went out on a limb and chose something I thought would look good in B’s home…and I have no idea what it is. Literally. All I know is that when I saw it, I thought ‘that’s it!’ I even asked the saleslady if she could tell me what it was and she said, haughtily: it should say on the price tag. “Duh, asshole!” is what I was tempted to say, but I resisted. I’d seen the tag and STILL didn’t know what “Large Filigree Cylinder” entailed. I mean, I know the words, but not in that context. Anyway, I bought it, and it’s heavy as hell. I figured he could use it as a waste bin or fill it with potpourri or even put incense or candles in it for ambiance. The sky’s the limit! All I know is that I kept the receipt, whatever the case. I like it, but who knows? What do you think?

After the party, A, P and I are going to go see The Breakfast Club at midnight. I am SO excited about that! I haven’t seen it since it came out in 1985 (in a theater setting)! I just hope the audience isn’t a bunch of “kewl” a-holes. Also, it’s kinda nice that I’ll be seeing it with friends.

And that’s about it for this entry. Tomorrow I wanna talk, in depth, about a few books I’m reading that I’m excited (and not so excited) about. One really made me feel better about the whole “relationship” (or lack thereof, to be more precise) clusterfuck, and for that I’m SO relieved…now if it’ll only stick!

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