I was going to write a Thanksgiving post already.
And then? I realized it's Monday.
And I have a whole week to write joyous, thankful, mushy gushy love holiday posts.
So today? It's back to the funny, sarcastic Whitney that well... I hope you have all grown to know and love ;) (And if you haven't? GET READING. Just kidding! But seriously.)
A couple weekends ago I went back to my hometown. I'm not going to say it. If you know me, you know where I graduated.
Either way. I went out with a friend to a bar that well.... tends to feel like a high school reunion for me. That's neither here nor there.
Was the guy (who I apparently graduated from high school with) who tried to pick me up with the line, "It sounds like your parents house is pretty cool. You should have a party there over Thanksgiving. We could, you know. Do stuff and drink."
Last time I checked? I'm over 21 so, well... I don't need my parents to buy booze (not that they did anyways, but I digress) and I certainly am not throwing a party. At my parents house. For some guy I don't remember.
So we can "do stuff."
Yea. You're welcome.