You don't know me! OK, maybe you do...

Hello, my name is Marty, and I'm an introvert. Unfortunately, most of my friends are not. One of them is having a big party this afternoon. I admit that I've considered ways to get out of going. But then I decided to put on my Big Girl panties and go. I didn't have to stay if I didn't want to, but he'd invited me, and he broke into my house when I locked myself out, so I owe him (big sigh).

Long story short, I got a phone call yesterday that *may* preclude me going to his party. The mother of one of my friends passed away. This was, of course, not the kind of excuse I was looking for. But don't you hate it when people know you sooooo well? I called Party Guy (because it wasn't fair for me to just not show up) and I say I might not be there. Before I can get it all out of my mouth, he's all, "I knew you were going to do this!" blah blah blah.

OK, yes, I was thinking about it. But sometimes I can have a good reason. In parting, huge hugs to my friend at the loss of her mother. She's one in a million, and has already lost both her parents. Tough as nails and a straight-shooter, there's no one in life I more want on my side. Love you.