Dinner last night was fun. To be honest I had more fun last weekend. C was sick so chose to drive (which yay free taxi) so wasn't drinking. She was surreptiously checking her watch to see what time she could go home at. I managed to entice her to stay out til the end of the night. P was watching her funds as her and her bf are hoping to move in together soon so wasn't up for doing shots or going on anywhere afterwards. S was S, fun and ever so lightly loud. All in all although it was a fun night it was also a very............grown up affair? It was strange, since P has gotten into a serious relationship the dynamic of the group has changed. I feel very much the outsider now. I don't think it's anything concious on their part and it could well be me being over emotional and over sensitive.
An example: Friday before last I was in a taxi home after a night out. I was slighly pissed and chatting away to the taxi driver. One of those late night psyhic chat shows was playing on the radio. I paused as I thought the person calling in sounded familiar. Deciding I was more pissed then I thought I resumed chatting. It was only when the presenter now C... that it clicked. It was C's mother! Her father and mother moved to spain a few years ago to semi retire. They've had their rocky patches. C's mother was phoning into the radio show to say she had left her husband and she was wondering if the psychic could tell her if it was the right thing. Of course the psychic said yes (they never tell them to go back do they). I rang C to see if she knew and she said yeah her mam had come back last week and told them. Fair enough I thought, that she would only want to keep it in the family for the time being. When we were on the way to the resteraunt last night however P let it slip that C had told her and another friend L the day after her mother came home. P brushed it off saying her and L just happened to ask about her mother so C told them. I thought I was pretty close to C. Perhaps not. I didn't make a fuss or let on I was hurt but I was and am. We all have our secrets I suppose, afterall I never told any of them about Dad and his ulcer/bloodtests/freaking out about it. It stands to reason my friends have their own secrets they don't want to share. Except when they share them with my other friends and I'm the last to know.
Is that whats bugging me, that I'm the last to know?
( Dating )