Ooh, exciting stuff...I was invited to a party, which took place yesterday.

Only the senders of the invite obviously did not really want me to go, and probably knew I would not go, which is why they sent an invite.  Not the first time it has happened.

Anyway, it was about a quarter to eleven, and my Mum came upstairs saying that she noticed the sensor activated outside light go on and saw someone whiz up and down the drive.  Curious, she went out and opened the post-box where there was an envelope with my name on it.  My name, written in a handwriting that was obviously someone I knew, but they had made it unrecognisable, disguised.  It was the aforementioned invitation.

I mean, if someone wants you to go to a party, or an event, whatever, if they really wanted you to go: why would they write your name so that you cannot recognise their hand; why would they skulk around in the middle of the night; why would they drive around with headlights switched off; why would they sneak, being as quiet as possible, then drop off the invitation?  Why?

It is so petty and makes no sense to me...why?!?!  Is it me?!?

Needless to say, I did not go.