Why I am a bad friend. The blog post.

Ok, so last night I went to Diesel with Ryan to read. Fine. I'm doing ok so far re: the whole friend thing.

Then...I invite someone whom Ryan doesn't know very well to join us at Diesel. I'm slipping, but still ok.

Then...even though I know that Ryan does not want to go to the queer party at Tufts, I beg and beg and beg until he agrees to come with me. At this point, it is only out of the kindness of Ryan's heart that he hasn't demoted me to "acquaintance."

And we go to the party. It is very, very full. Also small. But full. Full of drunk people. Full of undatable people. Full of bad personalities. Full of people who scream (and I mean scream, really) the lyrics to "Hung Up" at the wrong points in the song. Full of people who make moves on you despite fairly obvious body language suggesting disinterest.

Ryan, I'm sorry I've disappointed you as a friend. Please forgive me. May your budding romance with the cute short boy at the party with the disproportionately large face blossom into a flower of love. A flower with a high bud-to-stem ratio.