Well, while I was at the United match I saw that the host did get back to me, and did so the night before. I was worried sick that she was going to chew me out for "hounding" her or some shit like that. But she didn't -- she just wanted to set up a time for me to canvas her place and she wanted a head count. That's all. So I gave her both.
That was late Wednesday night. As of press time, I haven't heard back. And you know what? I'm not worried. Uh, not really. Hey, in my e-mail I said that if she needs anything important -- you know, food, drinks, tables, stuff like that -- let me know. I will assume that since she did not frantically e-mail me back -- "I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO GET ALL THAT STUFF!!!" -- she has taken care of all of that.
Right?
I still need to visit her because, as President, I need to know where the hell I'm going. But I have to tell you that the pounding heart and aching chest I felt the first part of this week is completely gone, even though all our ducks aren't in a row yet. Why? Because my initial ennui over the host not communicating back to me is gone. Yep, with one terse message, all my anxiety evaporated. Doesn't matter that maybe I should have some anxiety precisely because all our ducks aren't in a row yet. Besides, I've done all I could!
If I don't hear from her, I'll text her lunchtime today. I kind of need to make sure I see her house before the event begins or I'll go back to freaking the fuck out.
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