Parking tickets I can cope with. Not being invited to a close friend’s daughter’s wedding is the final straw.
I am told there are complicated reasons why I have been excluded from a glittering event everyone I know is going to. One story being leaked to placate me is that the invites have been messed up by the incompetent party planners, goddam them. Yes, well. I think we all know what that means.
The bottom line is this: I have been deemed unfashionable. And when one ceases to be fashionable one must submit to the judgment of one’s peers and move on.
I have only myself to blame. I have been spending most of my time in jeans and Hunters walking the dog or riding the horses.
My metropolitan life has taken a back seat. I have neglected the circuit, ceased to cultivate the urban elite. I have disappeared beneath a wide-brimmed leather Drover hat.
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