I can't believe it. When were you planning on telling me? I just found out that you are having a Viewing Party for tomorrow nights game against the Predators. I have other obligations and it's too late to do anything about it. You're almost as bad as my family who would call to see if I'm coming over to Grandpa's house for Thanksgiving dinner after they already carved the turkey. Now I don't want to hear your excuses, I've heard them all before. "We didn't think you would want to drive the 800 miles. I lost my phone so I didn't have your number. I thought so and so told you. It's not you, it's us."
I'm not bitter though. I sincerely hope you have a fabulous party and everyone enjoys themselves. Just raise a toast to me, who won't even be able to catch the game on Center Ice as I'll be stuck in the second row of section 105.
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