No, I don't like parties. Why?

[icarus]

"Hi! Welcome to the tutoring center! Guess what? We're having an office party today! Potluck, bring food.

What do you mean it's the week before finals and you're not in the mood?

What do you mean you loathe parties, office parties most of all?

C'mon, Icarus. Wipe that Snape-ish snarl off your face, stop swearing, bake something, and come 'be entertaining' for an hour or two!

What do you mean you'd rather clean the catbox with your teeth?"

Comments

[cordelia_v]

Mmm. You know, that's exactly the kind of interaction that made me decide that I preferred cleaning the toilets of absolute strangers, years ago.

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

Cleaning toilets (and poking around in someone's strange personal life, yes!) sounds pretty good to me right about now. Though I did what I always do on these things.

I stressed. I whined.

I baked the damned cheesecake.

I got dressed.

Then I bailed at the last minute, dredging out a plausible (if not generally believed) excuse.

I will feel guilty (as per usual) my next workday, but will compensate by bringing in the cheesecake. What's really funny is that everyone will say, "You missed a great party!" And what they really mean is "Fuck you, if we had to go, you did, too."

The cheesecake will only barely make up for it.

Icarus