2.06.2007


I never have parties. I love to go to them, am often one of the last men standing, but i wont have one. i envy my friend Nicki, she always has these great BBQ parties with this delicious potato salad and cheap beer. To get to the spread of various charred meats and potato salad (which again, may i say, is delicious) you have to weave in and out of these little groups of friends. Threes and fives of people, gathering where there's a table to lean against or a tree to cool. And there's always the group by the beer, for obvious reasons. Most don't even eat, just drink, and talk, and laugh. It's always a good time at Nicki's parties. And as much as i love going, i wouldn't dare have one myself. I'm mortified that no one would come. That's the reason. It's kinda like how i feel about this whole blog thing. On one hand, i'm a little uncomfortable with the fact that anyone can read what i post. But truly, i'm more afraid that no one will read it at all. So here's to my first party. Beer's in the back--who's got the potato salad?