tonight, come over at 7:00
There's going to be bunches of food at my place tonight, and I don't want you to get really hungry and eat McDonalds beforehand and then leave me stuck with dozens of tiny leftover corndogs, because as of tomorrow I'll be 30, and maybe that's too old to be making your breakfasts of tiny leftover corndogs. Long story short, please come over at 7:00 instead of 8:00, if you can. My parents are going to come for a while and you will love them. But if you're not there, you won't get to meet and love them, and also they will feel like Jodi Foster did in that horrible no-one-showed-up-to your-kid's-birthday-party scene in Little Man Tate, where if I remember correctly, a lonely paper hat blows sadly across the pavement. So you see, if you don't come, everybody loses. So please come.