The Goodness of The Baron and Molly

I've been wanting to tell you something about the party, but I haven't wanted to turn it into an all-out bitch-fest/tirade. As fun as that sounds...

We DID enjoy the party. And we DID enjoy most people that showed up. There were a couple that I'm not really sure why they showed. They told me how much they missed us, then they didn't even bother talking with Will, and were only there for about a half-hour, but I suppose that I should be happy that at least they made an appearance?

I don't want to talk about the people who didn't even respond, let alone the ones that thought that it was okay to send a regret on the day OF the party.

What I would say to them is you missed. You MISSED.

We essentially put on a casual wedding reception.

We provided dinner and dessert.

We provided a whole variation of drinks; good vodka, sangria, white wine punch, beer and non-alcoholic drinks.

We provided music (that Will worked for TWO weeks on), lighting and fog and a full-on dance floor.

And we provided LOTS of decorations for your viewing pleasure.

So, I don't want to turn this into anything nasty. I don't want to tell you how approximately 40+/- people who actually made it a point to tell us that not only were they coming, but they were bringing people, DIDN'T show.

Not only did they not show up. They haven't called or emailed to apologize.

Lie, for Christ's sake.

I fully understand that things come up. I get it.

However, you TOLD us that you were coming. So, we compensated for your arrival with spending more money and time on more food and wine.

I don't know what you happen to think of mine and Will's financial situation, but we live paycheck to paycheck. And we don't live extravagantly.

I want to give you the benefit of the doubt. I'll believe anything that you tell me. Tell me that your house BLEW UP or that you had explosive shit or that your dog had explosive shit.

I'm not going to ask for proof.

We invited you because we like you. And I still want to like you.

I would blame it on a "California" mentality of "It's all good". That people can flake at the last minute because they aren't feeling a right "vibe" or some such bullshit.

But, because of these two native Californians, I can't blame it on that...thank goodness.



The Baron and Molly.

I first worked with The Baron in a theater group some years ago. When I first met The Baron, he was SO NICE that I thought he was fake.

It shows how bitter I've become.

The more I got to know The Baron, I thought, "There is NO WAY that this guy is truly this nice...He has GOT to be full of shit."

Then I met his parents. And they were just as nice.

And then we met Molly. And she was just as nice. And again, I thought, "NO FUCKING WAY..."

And then, Will and I met her parents. And they were just as nice.

And it turned out to be ME that was the one full of shit. I let the world fool me. I let the world lead me to believe that no one could be as nice as they. As true as they. As considerate and generous as they...

They show up on time.

They send "Thank You" cards.

And if something "comes up", they apologize.

They say what they mean and they do what they say.

They help restore my faith in people. And they lead me to question my own bitterness.



And they remind me that love and kindness should be worn on one's sleeve.

And they remind me that good manners have NEVER gone out of style.

You see, I don't want to lose sight that MOST people DID show up. And MOST people who showed either emailed or called to thank us and tell us what a fantastic time they had. I don't want to lose sight that we DID have a great time. We laughed and danced and ate and drank. And we were merry. And the company in attendance was tremendous.

And for those of you who told us that you were coming and didn't show, it's okay, but you've got a tough act to follow.

Thank goodness.