February 11, 2002 - 6:54 PM

Invitation To Love

[I wasn't sure until after we left, and we were standing at the bus stop at 22nd & Bryant, why I'd insisted to my poor, tuckered boyfriend that it was essential that we attend the barbecue at his friend's house. We weren't going to go: we'd been up late the night before, and were expecting dinner guests that night. We sort of understood together (as though an invite to a house with a real backyard in the sunny Mission weren't its own raison): we'd both been bitching (I perhaps more than he) at the lack of social invitations that had been coming our way lately. "Gosh, John, we've had a lot of friends over lately, but no one seems to want to have us over." That sort of silly self-pity, punctured and placated my by sensible BF with such truths as I never call people (and so rarely get that back-and-forth action going that results in invites), and many of our friends work in the service industry, or live in tiny studios that don't lend themselves to entertaining, and on and on...Ergo, we're sittin' at home (when I should be studying, yeah, yeah), watching too much TV.]

[(I was also feeling a little nonplussed that Sean (who I also never call) and Andrew went to L.A. to visit a third friend this weekend and didn't even see if I might like to go...waaah waaah waaah. But it did plant the seed that I may need to sniff a few trees down Hollywood way sometime soon. It's been a few years...)]

[Well, OK. I find that as I get older that I do hate to talk on the phone (especially long distance)...and the truism "you've got to give love to get love" is called a truism for a reason. Anyway...after last Thursday's groovy get-together with some cool folks at the Cafe, John and I got a call on Sunday to go to this Mission 'cue, and then we had the dinner last night. So yesterday was just about perfect, and just now, Colleen invited us to dinner tomorrow, and John tells me that Leah and Sean will be off Wednesday night, and want to do dinner...so I'm trying to decide: did the squeaky wheel get the grease, or did I just need to be patient?]

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