Awkward

I’ve been working on some research/educational articles for a personal trainer.  I like to head to one of my favorite coffee shops to work on them because it has A/C, super helpful in Hawaii, and Wi-Fi, super helpful for research.  It also provides a lack of distractions that my house does not! 

Taking a break from some in-depth research and feeling the chill of the A/C, I went and grabbed a coffee, and as I got in line, a friend of mine was in front of me.  We started talking small talk, and then she mentioned a party of a mutual friend the following night.  She started telling me about the jello shots that she made (she’s really creative and makes great jello shots!) and the dish she is going to bring, and how she’s heading home after she picks up her son to make some pumpkin rolls.  She continues telling me specifics about the decorations, what other people are bringing, and how many kids will be attending.  All the while, I am thinking in my head: “I do not know of this party you speak of.  I obviously wasn’t invited.”  As my friend is going on an on about the specific details of the party, as if I am going, I am feeling more and more awkward about what to say.  I had already missed the opportunity to tell her that I didn’t know about the party without it being weird.  We were definitely in too deep by now.  Do I tell her that this is the first I am hearing about said party?  Do I just pretend that I was invited and then not show up?  Or do I just take this as my invite? 

As all of this is running through my head, I feel like I am back in high school, unsure of my situation and weather or not I was invited to this party and if I should make an appearance or not.  Or if I did show up will it look like this when I walk in?

As I am pondering what to say or do, she suddenly asks me: “What time are you going?”

There was a bit of silence, and then some stumbling of words.  Um…you are 35 years old, this shouldn’t be a weird situation.  So, I simply say that I didn’t know about the party.  As soon as I said that she immediately said that everyone was invited and promptly sent me the invite.  She grabbed her coffee and was on her way. 

I was left to consider the situation.  Now, if this was back in high school, it would have been a different situation.  Millions of emotions and scenarios would be playing through my head.  Insecurities would be racing around inside of me, and I probably would not have gone in fear of being laughed at or called out. However, I was an adult now, and didn’t care so much about my social status.  In fact, I enjoyed quiet nights at home watching Awkward, I mean, reading a good book with a cup of tea.  And as adults we are past all of that “Who invited you?” B.S., right?

So, what did I decide to do?  I recruited another friend who wasn’t “invited” either, and we crashed the party!  We were welcomed and had a great time.  We admired people’s costumes, partook in a jello shot, and chatted with the crowd.  We left around 10pm and since there were no other parties to crash, we headed home, because after all, we are adults J.