ladynorbert | (no subject)

And then people wonder why I get into these bad moods.

I've invited a whole pile of people to my house next Friday, for the launch of Harry Potter 6.

FOUR of them have bothered to respond, only one of whom is coming.

I have never yet thrown a party with my friends to which anyone (except, occasionally, Kevin's best friend Andy) came. Most of the time people don't even bother to tell me if they're coming. We had a housewarming party the first year we lived here, and none of my friends came to that -- if Kevin and I didn't both have large extended families, that would have flopped too.

I dunno, is it me? Am I just that freaking obnoxious, and nobody can bring themselves to tell me?

The RSVP date is Monday. As it stands, I think it's just going to be Tammy and me.

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I'm pretty sure I'm one of the four, but in case I forgot to say something, we can't come. And I hope you know it has nothing to do with you - it's the fact that you're four hours away. I just can't get away for weekends like I used to.

Yup, I realize that. If the situation were reversed, I doubt I could make it down to your place either. It's all good.