I don’t think anyone can be held responsible for what happened last night. Not after the 7th bottle of wine anyway. Regardless, none of it was my idea. I can swear by that at least. So if you do have to start pointing fingers at people just be sure to point them somewhere else. Who invited those girls anyway? I thought they were friends with one of the neighbors but Mr. and Mrs. Every-god-damn-thing-is-an-issue were over here first thing this morning complaining so that theory is right out. All I know is they weren’t there at first, but after they showed up it was as it they’d been here the entire time. As if they were supposed to be here. Like everyone expected them to be. And they kind of did, after a while anyway.
Now I can’t even remember their names, but last night I would have told you they were my closest friends on the planet. And I’d have meant it. Even with all that monkey business. It’s weird because I honestly never want to see them again, and at the same time I’m going to be disappointed when I walk into the living room and they aren’t there. Don’t look at me like that! I already said it wasn’t my idea.
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