I was supposed to go to this skating party tonight, thrown by the Gap at Rockefeller Center. It was an invite to the magazine I work for, and I was supposed to be on the guest list. So I invited Rodzilla to go with me, and met her after work, had dinner, and took a cab uptown. I was sort of wondering whether or not I'd actually be on the list, and I was nervous that it wouldn't work out. Well, it took us a while to find the place,and then it turned out that I wasn't on the list at all. Even though the guy at the door used to work at my magazine, and knew who I said gave me the invite, the woman who was supervising couldn't let us in, and gave us a really bitchy "I'm sooo sorry. but we just can't let you in. I'm really sorry." Bitch. So that sucked. It was sort of anticlimactic. I was pretty disappointed to go to all the trouble and not get to go to the party. Plus, this is the second time we've tried to go iceskating up there, and the second failed attempt. Oh well. Rodzilla was feeling all tuckered out anyway, so it may not have been the best thing anyway. Still, it was sort of a letdown, not getting into the party. But as they say, tomorrow is another day. Whatever that means.
 

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