this week a friend of mine turned 30, and to celebrate she had a party at her parents' house in fountain valley. i've never met her parents, and while we've been friends for awhile, we only have a handful of mutual friends.
as i pulled up to the address my GPS indicated, i glanced around on the street and saw some balloons tied to the trees out front. this must be it, i thought, and started walking toward the house. i double checked for an address but saw none. the door was open and they were setting up inside, so i went ahead and walked in. i greeted the older lady at the door and saw a handful of people i didn't recognize, but as i indicated...i didn't know a ton of people at this party anyway, so it was all totally normal. i continued in through the house and toward the backyard. however, when more and more people started looking at me confused, i decided to ask.
"this is sarah's party, right?" i asked the woman at the door. "no...it's not. birthday party is two doors down."
oops.
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