No FKP for you today. Look for a SKP instead, on Sunday. Maybe Monday.
I threw a party last night I invited everyone I know that lives in or around the area. I planned on having people over for a few hours, to feed them and to get them good and buzzed, and then kick them out by around 8:30pm so that everyone could go down the street to see the Tears For Fears concert. I know it's hard to get a babysitter sometimes, so I got a bouncehouse and made sure there was soda and I ordered pizza.
If you came, I hope you had fun. I heard the music was pretty cool. Too bad it apparently slipped my mind that my child would no way in hell want to leave the backyard, full of Mountain Dew in cans, and am honest to God bouncehouse to wallk 3/4 of a mile down the street in the dark to hear music from a band that was super-cool back when his mom was still learning how to French-kiss boys.
So I sent Peter with all the guests and I hung back with Will and some of his little friends b/c their parents were smart enough to leave them at the house of awesome, complete with Mountain Dew and a bouncehouse.
Here's me with Norm and Christina.
This morning, I woke with a ghetto sangria hangover and a backyard full of tortilla chips scattered around the yard (the squirrels had a party I think); also a jacked up bouncehouse (talk to Norm and Chuck).
P.S. People who don't RSVP to bouncehouse and sangria parties suck big dicks out loud in public.