I just got off the phone with my dad. Apparently, this kid that I know who we’ll call Andy* is having a suprise birthday party thrown for him on saturday. His mom called my parent’s house to invite me and give me address information and what not.

That sounds almost reasonable, right? Ok, here’s the catch:

Andy and I were not ever very close. We had a couple classes together my freshmen year of high school, and after my sophomore year we never talked again, save for maybe saying “hello” when we saw each other in public.

Do the math. I haven’t talked to the kid longer than two minutes since 1998. So, it seems weird that his mom would invite me to his birthday party. Of course, it seemed weirder that she would give me updates on how he was doing when I would see her in public. I met her once, when I was working at the Kay Bee Toys in the Mall of the Bluffs. She and Andy had stopped in. From that point on, most of the time when she sees me in public, she has to remind me who she is.

Is this woman oblivious? Does her son actually even consider me a friend? What the hell is wrong with this picture? Are these people actually this dense? Argh.

I don’t know what to say. I, of course, will not be attending. I’ll probably spend my usual Saturday Night down at the Brother’s Lounge.

And that’s all I got.

*this is his actual name

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