I cannot believe what I *almost* did to myself. So I am having this couple for dinner tonight - the menu is described
here When I was inviting them, I got confused between Sat and Sun. On Sundays, we have farmers' market. It is not only veggies and fruit, but also a ton of baked goods, and in particular one artisan bakery with good cakes. So I write to the lady, thinking that they would be coming on the day of the market, "What would you prefer: a chocolate cake, Tiramisu or a red velvet cake?". She writes back that she prefers Tiramisu, with chocolate being her second best choice. Soon thereafter, I realize that they are coming before the market day. How will I buy Tiramisu? How will I buy the veggies for Minestrone, my god?
The adjacent city has the market on Sat mornings. I do not have a car. The trains run on the hour - that infrequently. It costs >$5 for a round trip even though it is just one stop. It is likely but there is no guarantee that the artisan bakery maintains a stand on the adjacent city's market.
I did not go. I walked to the nearby store which is a produce market slash ethnic grocery. I bought ethnic desserts instead of Tiramisu and, gasp, conventional, non-organic veggies for the Minestrone. And my friends are not going to die. She probably already forgot about Tiramisu, and at any rate, I will explain that I got confused about the days. We will have glorious food and no one will care that it is not organic.
I spent the morning leisurely browsing this board. But I ALMOST went. I was almost ready to wait for the train in the hot weather. All to fulfill a stupid "promise" that I gave this girl!
Now I am thinking of all the serious promises I broke, promises to important people in my life, e.g. my ex-husband. Such lack of judgment - breaking serious promises (this should probably be a BPD post because borderlines are not trustworthy) and then going to unusual lengths because of a cake. Well, almost going, but still - all yesterday I thought that I would go.
Geez.
I better start peeling the vegs.