Oh Happy Days!
I might be young but the night is not. I’m not anti-parties but I am anti-waiting around till a get together gets it together and gets exciting. This wouldn’t pose as an issue if I could stealthily perform an Irish goodbye when I lose interest. Unfortunately, my friends are scarily perceptive. they feel my ennui, become aware of my impending departure, notice my absence then drag me right back just before I reach the front door. They’re great don’t get me wrong. but I just can not for the life of me make boring, pointless small talk to fill up the time till the high octane fuel (read alchohol ) kicks in and the party turns around. Just get there later you might say. Great, if those same friends weren’t so easily offended when I suggest a twelve o’clock blast instead of an eight o’clock fart fest. Sorry Glor.
Oh Happy Days!
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