Just Wow
So, I threw Steve and Jen a housewarming party on Saturday. It was a fucking disaster. Lyndsie bailed on helping me. CJ showed up two hours late. Jen didn't want to get off the floor to help. I end up throwing a screaming fit before I settle into Fuck It mode and get shit done. I finally convince Steve to let me drive the GT Convert, and I get the damn thing stuck before ever leaving our property. Mom yelled at everyone who didn't help, didn't want to help, helped slowly, gave me a headache, and caused me mental anguish. I heart her for this. We may bitch and piss about each other, but we always take up for each other. Call Erin, got my backbone put back into place and a nice slap in the face to buck up. Thanks Lovey! Ended up being an ok party. Most of Jen's friends bailed on even showing up. Only our regular crew and family showed up. Bobby and Anthony were sleeping off hangovers until well past ten pm that night. It was ok, chilled out, and everyone had a good time, but it was nowhere near the perfection I had in mind. Henceforth and forever more, I will remember the convo with Erin and know what the fuck to do. I should have known from the beginning, I did know, but I chose to believe otherwise for some odd reason.