True Story©… The Death of the Party
Sometimes all it takes to ruin a situation is the situation itself… We have been in this house for almost 17 months now. I am a decent neighbor; I KEEP the grass cut, my dogs don’t run loose in the neighborhood, I pull my trash cans up from the street as soon as they have been collected and I don’t shoot in the air on holidays. … but I don’t particularly like people, so the BEST neighborly thing I do is minding my own fucking business and leaving people alone. My wife, on the other hand, is a peopler and has a gregariousness that would cause me to cower into my mancave and lock the door. Compromise: when she decides to entertain, I will make sure the house is clean while I agree to be at least cordial and attempt to refrain from cursing around children. No promises on that last one. In that we are now in a neighborhood of people around our age who have children around the age of the youngest member of our household, her social flag flies higher. Her hap