One of my guilty pleasures of our new technological world is the evite invitation. Proof that while the world may be going to hell in a handbasket, some new things are fun. This morning Mr. Hunting Creek was looking up the details of a party we were invited to, and he confessed that he always looks to see who else is coming, who isn't coming and what their excuses are. "I do that too!" I said. Which just shows two things: we are both Nosey Parkers, and are meant for each other (who else could stand us?)
The excuses for not attending were mostly the usual: attending graduation party or visiting relatives. Some people wrote that they'd be lying on a beach somewhere, others made sure to imply high level, Very Important Business Trips (this is Washington, D.C., after all.) But my favorite excuse was: Going to Cleveland to attend the unveiling of my uncle's stone. (Tomb or kidney? was my unworthy thought)
Am I the only one (besides Mr.Hunting Creek) who reads the guest list? Tell me I'm not alone in enjoying the excuses. I won't tell your mom.
