I know better than to look at this stuff when I'm already in a bad mood (I promise, it wasn't the disorders).
So I was looking at facebook and one of my friends birthday wall posts from a couple of days ago. From a "friend" of ours (who I will be calling R), this showed up:
A----!!! Hey, happy birthday! Do you remember that birthday ages ago when K---- and I dressed up and kidnapped you and threw you a surprise party, but J---- ruined the surprise cause when we got you, he was like "hi P----!", yeah, good times!!! Haha, that was so much fun!!! I love ya and hope you have a fantastic day!!!
Yeah, okay, that's cute, fun little memory, blah blah blah.
The story as Ashley remembers it:
- The Sunday before, K walks up to me and says "Hey, we're throwing A a surprise party on Saturday. Meet out at R's house at [whatever time it was] and we'll go get her."
- 11-year-old Ashley thinks "Oh boy! I'm getting included for once!" so I said I'll be there.
- The week went on and I was excited, blah blah blah.
- Saturday, I get over to R's house a couple of minutes EARLY to see their BMW (Big Mormon Wagon) pulling out of the drive. R rolled her eyes from the front seat and looked back at K in the back.
- I climbed out of the car and walked up tot he back passenger door.
Me: Hey, weren't you gonna wait for me? I'm here on time.
R's dad: Hop in, Ashley. We'll see what we can do about finding stuff for you dress up in to be a ninja spy.
K: We don't have any more. R and I used them all.
Me: Well, can I have a bandanna?
K: It doesn't matter! She'll still recognize you! You have to stay in the car, and BE QUIET! We're gonna be so angry if you ruin this!
Me: *climbs to the back of the van (which was a long way back; 15 seater), folds her arms, and doesn't talk on the way over*
- The kidnapping goes as planned, minus J's outburst.
- I'm still sulking in the back.
- R pulls A's blindfold off and she laughs, haha, funny joke, nice one, guys, goes to climb out of the car and spots me.
A: Ashley, I didn't know you were here, too!
A: Why didn't you dress up and kidnap me, too?
Me: *climbs out of the van* Because they told me to be here at [whatever time it was] and I was here early and they were already leaving; I'm assuming I was invited to the party but not to the kidnapping.
K&R: *don't argue*
A: Oh. *goes inside like nothing*
Later K's mom was talking to me about this incident, maybe that next Sunday, and she told me that it was a matter of they planned the party and they were entitled to do the kidnapping. Since I had no love for K's mom anyway, I snapped back with something like they ALWAYS leave me out and they COULD have included me in the planning and I would've been happier had I not had an invite at all than to have them disgusted that I'd made it there early.
But what can I say? This is the same group of friends that senior year I decided to give them an opportunity to throw me a surprise party since I'd always just planned my parties a month or so in advance by default. So I stayed quiet, didn't mention my birthday, there were whispers going on, I was hopeful that I was in fact getting a surprise party and they, hey, they did care enough about me to throw one, and then a week before my birthday I was bombarded by "Ashley, aren't you having a party? When's the party?" After I drug out of them that they were planning a party and then forgot how close my birthday was and "didn't know who to invite anyway" they scratched the idea, I informed them I wasn't having a party because it's not like they cared enough anyway. Again, no argument.
I had awesome friends growing up. And I'm so glad that now that we're adults, R no longer even remembers my presence at that party! Forget that Ashley went and kidnapped, too, it was K and I!
I need to leave my bedroom. My mood is not improving.
I promise, I'm not grumpy that I'm not seeing Star Trek tonight. Well, I am, but that's not causing the mood.