Parties & Whatnots

The man is very clever. He has deduced that I've no interest in attending events as a 'partner' or '+ 1' unless I've a personal stake in it. He has begun to sift out what gigs and concerts I die die must attend, those I will not and all the others in the middle. Heh. For example, liking Muse and Smashing Pumpkins does not equate to wanting to stand in the heat and using porta-loos for hours at Fort Canning. Same goes for social events. Weddings- please don't bother asking- his friend's wedding is entirely his business, nothing to do with me. His office parties, I'll whine and ASK to tag along because they're always freaking fun, blare great music and possess this fabulous sense of humor.

I glanced at the (non-wedding) invitation the man was reading and raised my eyebrows at "Tea" and "Dress code: Formal." We're both known to not turn up at events because of organizers imposing a strait-laced dress code. Why do people still bother inviting us if they even slightly suspect that we're not going. The man's kinder- he does attend some weddings in a suit. I can't be bothered. In the first place, I don't attend weddings unless they're my close friends, and those, most certainly would require a fun dress code.

We've little interest in schmoozing, name-dropping or anything to that tune of "What are you doing now?", "What's happening in your life now?" If you don't know what's been happening in my life for the past 3 years (beyond the blog and twitter), you're obviously not a friend.

I'm a party-pooper. No no no to fancy dress and themed parties. If the dress code demands for more effort on my part, of course I'll say screw it. I'm not fun like that. We're not into chi-chi tea parties nor any sort of society galas, luncheons and tea. (Whisky dinners not included in this definition.) It's just not our kinda thang.

I know I know. The friends said that Singaporeans generally don't dress well and like me, they prefer to be in flip flops all the time. So the dress codes ensure (or enforce) that people would at least make some effort. They might not look overly glamorous, but at least they will be properly dressed. Seriously? Like this one ah?

So back to this particular invitation for tea. It promises an afternoon of sitting in a circle of what I term as a 'mutual admiration club'. The man typed out an email in reply. We were both like, 'we regretfully decline your gracious invitation'.