Or, I guess it *should* mean that, but apparently it doesn't.
I'm sitting here looking at pictures of an old college friend's AHR that was last night. (They had a destination wedding. I wasn't invited, but that doesn't upset me. It was small and intimate.) Pictures all over facebook, everyone commenting on how great a party it was, so many fun people, great DJ, food, bar, etc. It looks like a great party, but I wouldn't know because I wasn't invited.
Last summer, when he planned all this, my friend made it a point to tell me the date of this reception, so I could come meet his new husband. I guess it was stupid of me to think that, since he wanted me to know the date, that I was on the guest list. I was planning on driving the 4 or so hours it would take me to get there for it. We were very close in college, not so much now that distance and being busy has separated us, but we still talk online fairly often. I was one of the first people he came out to, and I've always been honored that he trusted me with that information. I guess maybe I thought we were still closer friends than he does. I know I still think of him as a good friend, and both of them are on my guest list.
I'm just miffed because I thought that telling me the date of the party meant that he wanted me there. And, it's kind of hurtful to see/hear everyone talking about a great party that you were excluded from. Had it been kept quiet on all fronts, I probably wouldn't be bothered about it. I shouldn't have counted on anything until I had an invitation in hand. Lesson learned.
I suppose my invitation could have gotten lost in the mail, but my friend hasn't said anything to me about it, so that's probably not the case.
I'll go get my big girl panties out of the dryer now.