Some cheese with that weekend plans?

Oh yikes, plans and more plans. I’ve just spent the last hour, literally, trying to plan out this weekend. My final conclusion: IT SUCKS BEING BROKE!! Wow, and the first thing I thought after writing that sentence was, “hm, interesting grammatical structure.” What have I become?
So everyone is getting together in Nyíregyháza this weekend. It’s going to be great. I will be here. Broke and sad.
Okay, it’s not as terrible as I make it sound. Ros is coming to Szolnok, and we’ll hang out, probably with Ági, and go shopping and have a girly good time. And I know it’ll be fun. And I know that in the long run, I’ll get to see Jenna & Yerik later. And that I will be glad that I saved my money for something else (like Transylvania. Or that pesky $1500 I still owe Hajni). But my inner teenage girl hates that there’s a party going on, and I won’t be there.
I also feel awful because when Jenna called, (as Ros and I were IM-ing, trying to plan) she was so sincere and inviting that I got caught up and said I would come, before crashing back down after looking at prices. So I had to call Yerik back and tell him I couldn’t go. Oh, painful. I feel like I let them down. Also like now, I have no right to invite people here next weekend. I want them to come, but I don’t feel like I have the right to ask, when I’ve been so wishy-washy and petty about my plans to visit others.