hide, seek, run down the stairs

was invited to sam's birthday gathering by his mom julie, she texted me the address and all. but with autumn darkness twisting my emotions (as if),  the hubby pleading exhaustion and with  supposed companion G having her own soiree for baby daughter, i begged off from jul's event.  hope jul's won't kill me next time she sees me in the changing room.

at G's, it's all of the same, i'm the only one invited from work (just by accidentally phoning her in the morning), almost every single guest were friends from kindergarten all the way to capping and pinning ceremonies.  that has been the case since the birth of first child, her son, three and a half years ago.  i have one of  G's female buddies, whom i've met several times on several milestone occasions, still asking my name, my presence, my marital status and if i've spawned any offsprings, again.  being a work colleague i guess, i see G more often than inquisitive childhood and school friend.  every time G and her hubby celebrate a do held at their abode (excluding the two christenings at the community center) during their son's first and second birthdays, and now baby daughter's first candle-blowing experience, i feel like crashing unto a tight-knit club. the kids, who are friendlier than the adults, run around the stairs like headless chicken. in fairness, G sat next to me the whole 10 minutes i was observed  sitting in a corner looking for updates on twitter and ryan's blog.

after penning the above paragraph,  i decided to backread on pieces i've composed  about parties and friends and found this, what i wrote after attending jen's do. navigate and meet new people? sure.

here's another one written in May, before jan joined us in blogger.