The Small Print

Our club is hosting a 4th of July celebration this weekend and Hubby and I took it upon ourselves to organize a big group of couples from the neighborhood to all go together, stake out the best spot for the fireworks and bust out the picnic baskets and wine.

I've been on the phone for three days, making sure everyone who is in town that wants to go has made their reservation and knows where to meet. This was no small feat, by the way. Getting approximately six couples and their kids to agree to all be in the same spot at the same time is tedious work!

So, I was feeling like the social director extraordinaire that I so obviously am, when I got to talking with my neighbor the other day and she said to me, "K-mom, everyone knows the celebration is scheduled for the 3rd and not the 4th, right?"

"Ummmm...no. Why would it be on the 3rd when the 4th falls on a Saturday?"

"Well," she replied, "the homeowner's association and the country club couldn't get their acts together and by the time they called the pyrotechnics company to schedule the fireworks, they were already booked for the 4th. It was on the invitation. Didn't you read it?"

"Heck no, I didn't read it! Who schedules a 4th of July celebration on the 3rd? I mean, seriously."

So, back on the phone to make sure that everyone knew to be at the club on the 3rd and not the 4th. Guess how many people actually read the invitation and knew the correct date...I mean, other than me?

All of them.

Damn.

Hubby, Miss Priss and I would have been pretty lonely at the club on the 4th with our picnic basket and tailgating chairs...just the three of us...wondering where the heck everyone else was.

Like I said, social director extraordinaire.