I want to curl into a ball and hide.
Had to email my uncle to tell him a change in my Bar Mitzvah RSVP...just me, that is. Yadda yadda.
He emails me back:
Lau, when I sent you the invitation, I was thinking Erica. Give a little thought to whether there is anyone else and get back to me over the weekend or if your sure there is no one else, just get back to me now.
My response: I understand that. Erica was coming originally, but something came up with her. There's nobody else
(Sorry, Erica. i white lied. I didn't want to explain to them)
He replies: Oh well, you'll have to dance a little with me then hahahaha.
That scared the ever loving shit out of me.
Lauren is not amused.
This Bar Mitzvah had better have alchohol. Lots of it.