I have to write up the taco party from Sunday night, not because it was a great party, just the opposite – it was a bust. Maybe I was in a bad mood or something, but it didn’t go well. I guess that’s what I get for throwing a party without Kuniko around.
On Sunday I prepared for the party by buying some supplies, stocking the fridge with wine and beer, and then cooking a double size portion of taco meat and beans. The guys said there would be four people coming, so that made five taco eaters. One of the guys said that he might bring his kids, too – so I bought some kiddie drinks and made sure there wasn’t anything too spicy for them.
Around six o’clock the doorbell rang, and the guys were there. The bad news – the other two people couldn’t make it. More bad news, he didn’t bring his kids. More bad news, they didn’t bring anything to the party. Even I know better than to show up at a party empty-handed, but here they were.
We made the best of it, and they ate a couple of tacos each. I ate three myself, and then we played some Wii in the living room for a couple of hours before they headed home.
I’m not Mr. Manners or anything, but it seemed a little weird to me. I cleaned the kitchen last night late after they left, and I was pretty grouchy from then until I went to bed. The good news is that I’ve got lots of taco leftovers. It might be taco week this week.
