Lost in the mail?

Recently, one of my friends from college got married. I thought we were pretty good friends. I've seen her more often over the years than I've seen many of our other "studio friends" - at least once a year. I know that it can be difficult to keep up with former classmates, but with the invention of Facebook, we can at least have the illusion of staying in touch.

When I found out she was getting married, I was really excited for her. Finally, she would make it official with her long-time beau. I couldn't wait to make a couple-of-hours drive to see her wedding. So I waited for my invite. And it never came.

I get that with the costs of weddings, sometimes people get shaved off the guest list. So I then proceeded to look at pictures on Facebook of the wedding to see how it went and who was there. Was it a more intimate affair with just family and a few close friends? Were there any out-of-town classmates in attendance?

And the answers were not the ones I was hoping to discover! Not only were plenty of people there, consisting of both family & friends/classmates, but SEVERAL of the classmates in attendance were from way out of town - not just a couple of hours away but a "schedule a flight" kind of distance. Also many of our former classmates that were in attendance were people that I can't ever remember my friend saying two words to.

I know what you're thinking. Stace has gone crazy over something that doesn't matter, but you haven't heard the crazy part yet. My feelings were hurt for not getting invited to a wedding!!! I don't know how many times that I've been obligated to attend a wedding and just been miserable. I guess I was just feeling left out. And everyone's answer seems to be, "Your invitation just got lost in the mail." Well that's highly unlikely. My address is very easy to find, and our mailman is "Johnny on the Spot." Either she forgot about me, or she purposely chose not to invite me - either to save costs or because she didn't think we were as close as I thought we were.

At any rate, there's no polite/non-pathetic way to ask her why, so I guess I'll have to suck it up and let it go.