I recently received a wedding invitation for myself but not my spouse.
I sent a Gmail invitation to myself since I couldn't figure out how to create an account otherwise.
Going back 30 years ago, one of my all-time favorite students, Melineh, invited me to my first Armenian wedding — I came to the church at the time mentioned on the invitation and found myself in the parking lot with no other cars and five minutes to go for the start of things.
I already invited you to my hometown, St . Petersburg so I would like to take the occasion to reiterate my invitation on behalf of myself and President-elect Vladimir Putin".
Although I spent the night enthralled by the moving, unpredictable and fearlessly candid tales, afterwards I declined an invitation to tell one myself.
Ah, but I'm a restaurant critic now, which is a euphemism for 'professional scrounger', and I manage to get myself an invitation to eat there on the house.
Human vanity being what it is, I opened and read an invitation to appear as myself on that glossy television series about naughty doings at a fancy-schmancy private school in Manhattan.
But somehow – all too easily – I found myself with an invitation to her house in Beverly Hills.
"In the same way that, as a child, I made up games without toys or playmates, I found time to play by myself in the invitation zone," he wrote.
About a year after our conversation, the man who spent more than half of his 83 years designing cars for G.M. was dead, and I never availed myself of his invitation.
But a phone call to the White House confirmed that it was an actual invitation, non-transferrable, good for myself and for one selected guest.
