Dressed To Get Fucked...

well well, that party was a MAJOR success I'm happy to report. What started out as a simple dinner between friends turned into the "Get Dressed To Get Fucked" party, and I ended up being 90% nude for the majority of the day, which was pretty hot. So yeah everyone came over and we ate roasted chicken with homemade stuffing (which was the shit!), creamy Italian pasta, boiled new potatoes, Texas tater tots, and for dessert rasberry sorbet cake, and chocolate ice cream with Bailey's Irish Cream (alcohol). Then we all played "Never Have I Ever" for a few hours over about seven bottles of wine between 10 people. lol. fun. The only bad thing about it, A) my electric wheelchair broke off when the backwheel decided to split into pieces while I was driving it, so now it limps horribly. Secondly, Frank he sent me this message (after he called and I invited him to the party) that said the following: "If you wanted me to come, you would've found a way for me to be there!!!" What the hell kinda shit is that? After I invited him, but he told me he had other plans!! So when he called back, I was very pissed and I attempted to tell him off, but he apologized saying it was a joke of sorts. Honestly I just don't like it when other people trying to make it look like my fault when they can't make it events. If you can't come then, it's on you. But otherwise the night was good. I can't believe my time here is coming to an end.