RAH RAH RAH !

I don't know if shoving pins into my eyes or having to go to this surprise party tomorrow tonight is worst. A surprise party for one of the most unhappy, argumentative and glaringly dysfunctional persons that I currently know. Someone, however, who recently has not been acting in her regular manner since I believe she got wind of this nicety or is acting differently because of anti-depression medication.

I'm glad that I won't be there for the big fucking contrived "SURPRISE" shout. I can only get there fashionably late. About two hours late. I figure that when I get there, I can evaluate the assembly and then decide if I should just start drinking heavily or feign enjoying myself on my way out the door that I've walked in from.

Why am I going? I'm going because I've gotten to a point in my life that sometimes requires that I figuratively eat some adult vegetables. This woman is our neighbor, is a friend of my wife's, our children play and go to school together and her husband begged us to be there when he realized that our invitation was mailed late, way late. I figured he had a dizzying time orchestrating this thing and contending with the daily dissonance. It's very likely he stumbled keeping this away from his vinegary partner. I'm confidant; this ain't no surprise.

I've never been to their home and I never though that I'd have to. Tomorrow night, I can't leave the frustrated stay-at-home former litigator's "celebration" until I have my vegetables.

Politics.......whether in Washington, at the office or in the home are an assured and unavoidable life ingredient. Diplomacy's art form derives from its experience.

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posted by JerryNJ @ 7:33 PM