Tessie D

I got invited to a party this weekend. Eric and Jay are graduating, and they invited everyone at the resturant over to their house after work on Saturday night. Eric, Jay, and some other guys share a house somewhere out of town. I know they’ve had parties before—I’ve heard them talking about it at the drink station—but I’ve never been invited. 

Anyways, I was working last night with Eric and we were sweeping up to close when he asked what I had going on this weekend. I told him that I was just going to be working and then he mentioned the party and said that I should come. 

I’ve never been invited to a party with college guys. 

I’d like to say that somebody at home would notice if I didn’t come in from work Saturday night, but I doubt it. Momma will be at work, and Daddy won’t notice or care. He’ll drink a few beers, take his sleeping pills, and won’t wake up until morning. The house could burn down around him—which wouldn’t surprise me since I’ve seen him fall asleep sitting at the dining room table with a cigarrette still in his mouth–and he wouldn’t notice.