There are worse problems to have
But why are all the cool kids having big parties on the same freaking night?!?! Gah! I have no life. I admit it. And now I get to choose between driving to BFE to see old friends I’ve otherwise abandoned or waddling around the corner to meet mostly new (and some work) people.
Hmm, if I party closer to home, I get to drink more. But it would be nice to see my friend’s new house in the country.
Oh, hell — I know me. I’ll RSVP to both and find an excuse to avoid them both. AND I’ll drink at home. Problem solved!