I just wanted to throw this out there… so here goes:
Last Sat after the Freakout, Elisa and I graciously opened our apartment to the whole lot of you. I love having you guys over, don’t get me wrong, but there were a few things I wanted to deal with… one in particular. Located in my fridge, nestled snuggly in the back was my very last Blackbeary Wheat beer that I had been saving. You guys might not know this, but Blackbeary Wheat is Long Trail’s seasonal springtime beer, and it just so happens to be my favorite beer. I had one left from a 12-pack I had a while ago, and I was saving that last one for a special occasion. But it just so happens that that very beer I speak of was popped open and guzzled down someone’s throat after the Freakout. I’m sure whomever drank it probably didn’t know how important that beer was to me, but nevertheless I felt the need to discuss my disappointment.
The point of my story is to have some respect for the property of whoever’s house you enter for a party. (Dave knows the meaning of this concept, I’m sure). Understandably, there was a beer shortage that night, but that doesn’t mean that anything and everything is available for your consumption just because I invited you into my home. Almost a whole 12-pack of my beers were skunked on me that night. All the while, I had somewhere to be the next morning, so I was trying to sleep upstairs, which was not an easy task considering the party was going strong all night long. All I’m saying is that in any friendly relationship there needs to be reciprocity. One gift is given in exchange for another. My gift is an open house for you to party at, so next time, bring a few beers or a bite to eat along with you. Don’t expect Elisa and I to provide the housing, the food and the beverages. You may think we are simply sweet girls who provide you with all you need (and that usually is the case), but this is just a phriendly reminder to have a little respect for what we bring to the table.
