This weekend promises to be filled with embarassment for Old Sarah. Why did I just call myself "Old Sarah"? The fuck? Anyway. As I was saying before I so rudely interrupted myself.

You see, I have plans this weekend-NO I'm not making that up-to hang with some of my best friends.

On the surface, there appears to be no problem. And really? There isn't.

But (there's always a but)

Said friends are both involved in relationships. One is a brand new healthy baby of a relationship, complete with the excitement that comes with a new boyfriend. The other couple has been together over a year(marriage for kids our age) and still act like they're in a new relationship. I love both of their boyfriends, even the one I haven't met yet.

But you all know what a loser you feel like when you're the only single person amidst couples. I'm going to be the third wheel. Or, in this case, the fifth. And I don't want them to not be all couple-y because they're worried about making the fact that I'm a total and complete outcast obvious. It's a double edged sword. Is that the cliche I'm looking for? I want to see my friends. But at the same time, I don't.

"Yeah, uh, I'll just sit here and cuddle with...my...Twin Peaks DVDs."("Damn good DVD!")(By the way: David Lynch? Heart him to death)

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