Wussing out

Part of me wishes I was like George Thorogood and tell you, I got invited to a party, but I stayed home instead, just me and my pal Johnny Walker and his brothers Blackie and Red. Not at all because I want to be a drinker. But because it sounds much cooler than I got invited to a party, but I stayed home instead, playing an RPG game on my Mac and then I went to bed.

I had told my friend I'd go when she invited me -- it was a housewarming party for her and her boyfriend's new condo. But then I noticed the start-time: 9 p.m. As I e-mailed her, I am thinking about going to bed at 9, not partying with people (although let's be honest, I am never thinking about partying with people).

It would really have been partying with strangers, I'd know the hostess and maybe two others. Those aren't great odds for me to have fun. Although one of the notes on Facebook about it mentioned Beer Pong. I'd watch Beer Pong, just to cross it off the list of things I have seen.

This is one of my younger friends. My brother-in-law pointed out that my little niece is nearer in age to my friend than I. I am not sure it is quite correct, but it is close. Certainly, my college relatives are closer to my friend's age.

In my e-mail mentioning that 9 was nearly bedtime, I asked if we could do dinner later, and she said sure, so we'll do that. And maybe I'll request a Beer Pong exhibition for dessert.