I’ve never liked parties, though I’ve always imagined myself apart of some grand thing, running around like the good little house-wife host. I must admit, I’m proud of myself. Not once did I cling to Will’s arm like a lost little girlfriend, but mingled with his family and mine. …Hung out with his friends.
Now why didn’t I invite any of mine? Well… I just didn’t. People=Make me anxious. More of them, nah uh. Even my own crowd, it’d be over-load for me. Plus… would they really have a good time mingle with Will’s friends/Myfamily/Hisfamily? There’s only a few I’d invite–Snarf, but she was away and she gets anxious tew, Venny but she’s into staying-at-home-playing-WOW, Kaggy, but she and I are an exclusive thing.
But fuck. So, Christina-Rich, Dan-Sam (His Sam, not Sam-Sam SAM SAM LOLOSAKFAFA) and me and Will. I guess it’s true what they say. When you’re in a couple, it’s best to be around other couples. And fuck, was that night filled with such crazy time and laughter.
From the “kiddy-table” fun, to Dan running down the hill to ride the kid-firetruck, to getting a five-foot sub in Will’s car…
D: To “being high” time in the basement. To eating fast food in the back of Rich’s car at midnight… Fuckin’ hell, I forgot what its like to have so much fun with people.
