Socialism is I
BBQ at my house Friday. Wish me luck on my first solo BBQ ever. I seldom do these pro-social endeavors- I am such a social retard/misanthrope- and I have the distinct impression that it will flop. As did my birthday party, sortof, but that was at least not at my house, so I was able to flee when I got annoyed with my fellow humans. With a shindig at my house, there is no escape.
I've invited the usual people who are tolerant of my ways: Elizabeth, Vince, Maggie, Skot, Bobby, Kaleigh, Phyllis, Raven, his cronies, and Alika. I know that Skot and Maggie won't come (band practice). I know that Elizabeth and Vince will. The rest will be a surprise. I also invited the whole of my mySpace friendship crowd, but that doesn't mean anything.
Just thinking about it makes me anxious. There will be: burgers, a slab of beef of some sort (thanks Vince), chicken thighs w/sauce, potato salad, bratwurst, tortilla chips, salsa, watermelon?, and lots of green tea, fruit juice, water, PBR, Scotch, and cheese. Yay. I'm freaked out. I hate people being exposed to my personal living area. But that's why I make myself do these things - so I can NOT be ruled by my freaky anxieties. Plus, I have a secret hope that music will happen. Live music. So I can play my bodhran.
I'll have to report back after I've survived it, so my many (3) livejournal friends will know how it went. Of course, two of them are invited, so they might know how it went before I post.
I love Billy Bragg, btw.
Well, I'm off to Sam Bond's Garage to see The Legendary Shack Shakers.
Slainte!
I've invited the usual people who are tolerant of my ways: Elizabeth, Vince, Maggie, Skot, Bobby, Kaleigh, Phyllis, Raven, his cronies, and Alika. I know that Skot and Maggie won't come (band practice). I know that Elizabeth and Vince will. The rest will be a surprise. I also invited the whole of my mySpace friendship crowd, but that doesn't mean anything.
Just thinking about it makes me anxious. There will be: burgers, a slab of beef of some sort (thanks Vince), chicken thighs w/sauce, potato salad, bratwurst, tortilla chips, salsa, watermelon?, and lots of green tea, fruit juice, water, PBR, Scotch, and cheese. Yay. I'm freaked out. I hate people being exposed to my personal living area. But that's why I make myself do these things - so I can NOT be ruled by my freaky anxieties. Plus, I have a secret hope that music will happen. Live music. So I can play my bodhran.
I'll have to report back after I've survived it, so my many (3) livejournal friends will know how it went. Of course, two of them are invited, so they might know how it went before I post.
I love Billy Bragg, btw.
Well, I'm off to Sam Bond's Garage to see The Legendary Shack Shakers.
Slainte!