All right, today is my cousin’s graduation family. Said cousin is my dad’s goddaughter. Her mother (who died when I was 11), was MY godmother, and my dad’s sister.
Now, her father comes from a wealthy Italian family, (he was born in Rome) and one of his sisters belongs to a chi-chi country club, where she throws parties for my cousin and her brother (graduation, communion, etc). Now, we were naturally invited to said party. NOT by formal invitation, or even by a verbal one, but more of my uncle telling my grandmother by phone and saying, “Well, hey, everyone’s invited.” (Keep in mind this is not our usual family barbecue/picnic party, but a formal luncheon/dinner at said chi-chi country club. With his family, a group of wealthy yuppie snobs).
A few days after this, my uncle needed a headcount (maybe he should have sent invitations saying RSVP?), so he called and said, “NOw, of course you know you’re invited, right?” (This is the first we’ve heard of him.)
We were lead to believe that this was going to be a business casual dress party out on the patio-sundresses, slacks, polos, that sort of thing.
Well, we’re getting ready to go today, and my sister’s in the throes of PMS and delaying us, insisting she’s not going, she has nothing to wear, etc, before finally settling on a dressy tank top and black slacks. My dad has on a polo shirt and khakis, I’m wearing a cute little black and white sundress, my mom has on a flowered sundress, sandals, etc.
When right before we’re about to leave, when my mom’s taking the dog out, we get a call. It’s my aunt, my dad’s sister, from her cell-phone, as she’s driving to the party saying, “Oh, didn’t you know? They couldn’t get the patio so it’s in the dining room-semi-formal attire, you aren’t allowed in without a jacket and tie.”
My dad’s pissed. Keep in mind, we were running late-had my sister not been scrambling around trying to find something to wear, we would have left already-and most likely have not been allowed in. No one thought to tell us this-EVERYONE of my dad’s other sisters knew about this. No one thought to call us a little bit earlier and let us know. My uncle couldn’t even call us himself. Just pass a word to my dad, oh, no big deal. So now my dad is scrambling to find a jacket and tie and dress shirt, the dresses my mom and I have on are fine, but sis still has to find a skirt and blouse.
We went out to Ponderosa for dinner instead. We come home, someone tried to call us while we were gone. Then one of my aunts calls and asks what’s up. My dad told her, and she tried backpeddling…“um, um, well, you wanna talk to [my uncle]?” My dad declined and hung up.
My parents are hurt. This isn’t the first time we’ve been snubbed like that-mostly little things, like everyone else goes out to dinner, but never invites us, etc.
Are we overreacting, or was this pretty rude?