Parties

I hate to say it and sound like a social biscuit, but my social calendar is ridiculously booked. This weekend, I traveled out of state to attend a friend’s birthday party.

So a neighbor at your apartment who you hardly know has invited you to attend a gathering at their place, but you barely know them.

Happy Hour is over at midnight and your place is the suggested location for your group to continue the evening of fun and to “straighten up” before hitting the road all the way home.