Partytime ... umm, is it?
R and I have just managed to arrive a week to early to a party. R picked me up at work and was wondering all the way there why the guy who was giving the party and who had invited us two weeks ago hasn’t called to confirm.
Then we arrived, and there was this ugly guy who didn’t want to let us in (it’s an Academy of Sciences compound) and maintained R’s friend wasn’t in, but yes, there was a party going on. But he would not let us in.
R refused to argue with him, saying he would kill him if he stayed, and we returned home. I found R’s friend’s phone number on the internet (R had lost the number and didn’t think of finding it), R called him ... well, the party’s next week.
Ever arrived a week too early for a party? I have now.
Then we arrived, and there was this ugly guy who didn’t want to let us in (it’s an Academy of Sciences compound) and maintained R’s friend wasn’t in, but yes, there was a party going on. But he would not let us in.
R refused to argue with him, saying he would kill him if he stayed, and we returned home. I found R’s friend’s phone number on the internet (R had lost the number and didn’t think of finding it), R called him ... well, the party’s next week.
Ever arrived a week too early for a party? I have now.