My beloved roommate is moving to San Diego to open the new Jimmy Choo boutique. Yeah, that's why my feet look so hot lately, I'm rollin' in JC's. Anyway, Joe's having a going away party on Friday night and this morning, over our daily joint viewing of DListed, he grabbed my laptop.
"I need to check my e-mail. Go switch that skirt."
See? This is why I need to live with a gay. All of a sudden, I hear a scream, "How have you not even viewed my Evite!?!?!?!"
Um, what Evite? Oh Em Gee. I missed an Evite.
Joe immediately logged on to my e-mail account and found it in my junk mail.
Junk mail? I would rather your beloved comments end up in my junk mail than AN INVITATION!
We were hysterical and instantly penned a letter to the slackers at Evite.
At work, I logged on to my Evite account to officially RSVP to Joe's invitation and then clicked on that "See all invitations" link.
There were 6. SIX! I almost fell off my chair. Me miss a party? Impossible.
So, hot tip from me to you. Check your junk...