Uh, where is everyone?

We’re sitting at home on Thursday night, kinda tipsy on margaritas, and we decide to have a party this weekend.

“Hey, Saturday is The Rapture, let’s have people over to celebrate the end of the world.”

So we drunkenly type out an email, agonize over who to invite and send it off.

“Join us on Saturday a 7:30 if you want. BYOB. We’ll see you if we see you.”

Went out today, bought a bunch of drinks and chips, got the yard and house all cleaned up.

And here it is, going on 9 o’clock. No one’s here.

“It’s weird isn’t it, that no one even acknowledged the email?”

“Yeah, it’s almost like the email never got sent.”

Come to find out, THE EMAIL NEVER MADE IT. Lost in some strange Gmail Bermuda Triangle. (Or was it drunken user error?)

So here we are, all dressed up, with a pitcher of margaritas to drink and a batch of guacamole to eat.

If we drink enough all by ourselves, maybe we’ll decide to throw another party next weekend. You might just get an email from us tonight. Or maybe we’ll find a way to screw it up again.