Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Last night was a mess. Jess and I had a serious talk early in the evening about our relationship, which resulted in a break-up, I think. I cried until my tear ducts were empty before deciding to drink my troubles away. I think the soothing effect of driveway time brought us to a reconciliation of sorts before the neighbors wandered over.

I always get stupid when the neighbors wander over.

Tonight will be my first night alone here. Ever. Alone in this instance just means sans Jess. He's going to a party in the Sauk Centre area and, though he tried his damndest to convince me to accompany him, it lacks appeal for several reasons. I'll spare you the details in this already boring post.

Jess mentioned to the first neighbor that stopped over, "I'm going out of town tomorrow but Angie is being a lame ass and staying here."

"Party at my house tomorrow!" I announced. We had a giggle and went about our stories.

Heh heh, it was only a funny little joke the first time I opened my big mouth. By the time I'd told it to the rest of our streetmates, as well as members of the surrounding communities, it was no longer a joke. These boys are coming over tonight for a party. Really, they are. At least four of them. They marveled at my ability to throw a party on such short notice. Yeah, that would be really cool...if I could.

Of course, I heard "Is Red going to be here?! Get Red, get Red!" There you have it, Red. Your presence has been demanded. The tribe has spoken. Save some calories because you're going to need them. Ray is going to perform and Rob is going to call Anna to ask if she'll "dog sit" while he's here. After I pick you up, we're going to drive around, wasting gas that costs more than my car, scanning the streets for someone, ANYONE, who looks like he or she needs a beer (or a cracker) at my house tonight.

Otherwise, this is going to be the shittiest party anyone has ever had the bad luck to end up at. I can't have that on my record. Plus, it caused another fight (because Jess can hang out with the neighbors when I'm out of town but it's wrong for me to do the same when the tables are turned), so it better damn well be worth the strife it's causing.

There you have it, folks. If you had no plans for tonight, you do now. Get your asses over here because we need you. It takes four to play Apples to Apples. There might even be a bikini-clad Brooke Burke poster in it for you.