Beer doesn't count!

I realize that Red just wrote a post about her dieting woes, but I was going to write one even way before that. I hate that GD diet!

You see, I called her tonight, offering a night of fun and excitement at my house--better yet, on my street. For $5 (from me, not her), Chuck was even going to drive across the world to pick her sober ass up. It's sad to think about how little we've been able to hang out this summer. First, it's forbidden on Darren's every other weekend off, and when you factor in everybody's other summer plans, there's hardly any time left for us. Gosh, I miss us.

Long story short, she shot me down, citing her diet as the excuse! She couldn't bear to "spend" the last 500 calories of her daily diet allotment (I think I spelled that wrong, but spellchecker is being a bitch) on Miller Lite. That's absurd! Parties aside, we've yet to spend a weekend white trashing it together, just sitting in the driveway drinking and being way louder than the neighbors should tolerate.

Plus, tonight is gorgeous! This was a perfect opportunity!

But no, here I sit, blogging while I drink beer ALONE in the loft, missing my sister, brushing the tears away from my eyes, my bottom lip quivering, occasionally crawling over to the window and peering out to see the neighbors living it up in the next driveway over. I'd join them but I already know what will happen.

Neighbors, in unison: Where's Red?
Me: She didn't want to come over tonight.
Neighbors: Oh... Well, we were all just going in. Bye.

I've experienced all the rejection I can handle today.