I was fit to be tied earlier....

My husband can be so socially inept. After 25 years, I should no better than to expect anything else.

My birthday is tomorrow, and a friend in the Bay Area who survived cancer this past year and who is now in remission (Say AMEN) has his birthday Monday. He and his lover are having an open house tomorrow and given the events of this past year for him healthwise, I was very inclined to go to his celebration, BUT was unwilling to commit until I was certain it would not conflict with anything my husband might have in the works for me. (Hope apparently springs eternal in the human breast.)

I was assured that if I were home by 5 there'd be no conflict AND as I'll be picking up some legal documents for my husband from a friend who made the trip to the SF Superior Court on Thursday to pick up a needed transcript, and who will also be at tomorrow's festivities, my journey to the celebration has become important to both of us.

This afternoon I find out that most of the people he contacted were not available for Sunday and so now things were being changed last minute to Saturday, AND that it's just going to be he and I, plus James and our friend Jan. Nevermind that Jan had plans for Saturday already, and most other people in my life that are important to me have never been asked at all for either night. Moreover, several of the folks that were not available for tomorrow night, have not even been asked for tonight. As I walked out the door to go make medical rounds, he said to me, "No day is any more important than any other."

So, this has managed to make me feel irrelevant to the whole process, and I'm distinctly not feeling good about it. SO much for having my own birthday feted. I would have been OK had it not been marked, but having it done in such a half-assed way just managed to piss me off.