Kegger or keggar? Keggar sounds much closer to the image I have of invading hordes.
I should tell you why you didn't receive the Bea Arthur invitation. Well, those of you who have catapulted yourselves over state lines, that is. My roommates decided we should have a party. This serves different purposes for all of us.
For Ben: forces Becca to clean the apartment
For Jake: allows him to use his grill and educate us about beer balls
For Becca: allows her to systematically reject/alienate all of our single friends of the male persuasion.
For JoBiv: benefit yet to be determined.
I thought we'd have a little get-together, each of us corralling five friends or so. Becca's evite list grew to 48 people very quickly.
JoBiv: No, really, do you know these people?
Becca: Mostly.
JoBiv: Are they nice people?
Becca: If they're bringing single men, they're nice.
I brought up the topic of the Flaming Cabbage. Ben seemed enthusiastic. Jake consented with a saintly nod. Becca seemed confused.
Becca: Jo, you should have put something in that evite about "bringing dancing shoes" or something.
JoBiv: Why would I have done that?
Becca: Well of course there's going to be drunken dancing...
JoBiv: Oh, it's that kind of party.
Becca: Um, yeah. What kind of party did you think we were having?
JoBiv: The kind where you get to meet nice people and talk, actually hear what people are saying to you.
Becca: (glare of utter incredulity)
I'm just praying that some of my people show up to balance out her people. But then again, they can't all be like her, right? At 26 and older? Employed or in grad school? Chronically tired like the rest of us?
Please?
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Poor Becca.
Hopefully she will understand and become a Follower of the Flaming Cabbage after she sees it. You must educate the masses.
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