My friend Aaron and his sister Gina are arriving tomorrow for a week visit. Well not quite a week as they are going to Amsterdam Tuesday to Thursday. They came to see me two years ago when I was here for what I thought was a three-month tour.
Sylvie (lovely girl. Someone who is in my acquaintance pile that I would like to move into the friend pile. Family is Portuguese but she was raised in France) was organising a party for this Sunday at her flat and I said no because with Aaron and Gina arriving tomorrow afternoon I have no idea how lagged they will be or what they will be up for so I declined.
I thought for their last Sunday here in a week that it would be fun to do a roast dinner and have a group of friends over so I sent out an e-mail invitation for the 1st.
I messed up.
Sylvie’s party was for the 1st, not tomorrow. I had included her on the e-mail invite to my house, so I guess she thinks I am trying to hijack her party. I haven’t spoken to her yet but apparently colourful words in French were bandied about to Matt who told Stuart who told me.
I’ve been a big chicken and I haven’t called her to apologise. I’m thinking an e-mail on Monday.
