P-A-R-T-Y

Every month or so, I get together with some of my buddies to link some 360’s together and have some adrenaline fueled laughs.  January’s festivities are planned for tomorrow night, and looks to involve about a dozen humans, two dogs, one cat, and a rabbit. The humans have been a pain the ass to organize. The animals have not.

 

I sent the original invitation via email about 3 weeks ago. There have been several updates distributed since then. Yet I have one guy who still hasn’t responded, and I am quite certain he will be there. I fully expect him to show up, quite possibly shit faced, 360 in hand, and ask “does anyone have a tv I can use? And, er, um, er, a network cable?”

 

Another gentleman is apparently and email-tard. I sent a message to everyone asking, “Are you coming? Are you bringing a friend? Are you bringing any equipment? And are you bringing any games”. This guy’s response was, “ yes”. A couple of emails later, I ask, “is your cousin coming? What games does he have to bring?”. He answers, “CoD4”. I ask, “Does your cousin have a penis? Will he be bringing it to the party?” His first complete response, “No! He will not be attending.” I already figured the cousin wasn’t coming, but I was shocked to learn the dude doesn’t have a peepee. On the eve of the event, I still only have an inkling of what this guy’s bringing along.

 

Another is always the first to reply to my invitations. “I’m there! Count me in! I can’t wait! It’s going to be sweeeeeeeet!! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!” Then he doesn’t show up.

 

Another is always a maybe. “I want to come, but I don’t know if I can make it. Looks like I’ll be there, but there’s still a chance that I might have to go to (insert child’s activity here). Looks like I have to go to (insert child’s activity here), but my parents are supposed to go, which means I won’t, and I’ll come to play instead . . . .” His attendance is always a surprise.

 

In the end, it’s all good. I’ll be there. Some others will be there. There will be food, alcohol, games, and smiles for all who show up. And to sweeten the pot, the 23 year old hosting the event made the mistake of referring to me as “older”. I’ll be packing a big batch of 360 style whoop ass for him.