Hmph! Part deux

I was told rather eloquently, that my previous post titled Hmph! was a rambling mess. There was concern that my meds were not balancing well and perhaps another stint at Agnews was due.. I decided to put all concerns to rest, and give that post another go .. with a clearer head.

Last night, I attended the 4oth birthday party for a dear friend of mine, Mr Patrick Moore. His beautiful (girl) friend threw the party for him at a fab Italian restaurant..
(you can totally tell she loves him.. but he is blind and refuses to see what a catch he has .. She is just a friend.. she is just a friend ...ANYWAYS!!! )

I haven't hung out with Patrick and his crowd for almost 10 years.. When I hung out with them.. I WAS THE QUIET ONE!!! SHY GIRL!!!!! (I know no way!!) Evenings would go by and I wouldn't say a word!!!!
Since then, I have changed a lot.. Some say for the better, some say for the worse.. I tend to believe that I am way cooler.. I know who I am .. what I want.. and I won't take shit from people. I say what is on my mind and I don't worry what people will think about me. (my thinking is, if you don't "get me", I wouldn't want to hang out with you anyway!!!)
So, fast forward to the party... Some faces were familiar.. But most were not. Most people made it clear that they had no clue who I was or how I was connected to Patrick. The guy I was sitting with.. who I KNOW.. would have 10 minute conversations with people, and not even say.. "Do you know Meghan??"
Now don't get me wrong, it was Patrick's day and I shouldn't have been the center of attention.. but it just felt weird in that quiet place again.

This guy was circulating and taking pictures.. I mentioned to him that he looked like Scott Peterson.. which TOTALLY freaked me out. I mean I cannot watch Dean Cain anymore for this very reason.. And I love Dean Cain (Damn!! Scott Peterson ruins everything!!) So, he calls me a dog.. and I had a total Brady moment and shoved cake in someone's face.. I think I told a dude that his 15 year old son was HOT and that I could totally understand where Mary Anne La Tournoe was coming from...

Needless to say, I escaped early.. Ho Hum.. Another mooosey tale.