can't fry a chicken on a microwave range

so i'm supposed to go to this party tonight at an old friend's place ... but i really don't want to go. i was never much of a "party" person. i mean, i love to drink and such, but put me in a place with a bunch of strangers, and i'll be the person nursing a beer in the corner of the living room away from everyone trying to read a book. there's just something about debauchery among a bunch of unknowns that doesn't really appeal to me. i'll admit it did at one point, but it's been years since i've had such an inclination. i'd much rather drink with one to four friends either at one of our places or a not-so-crowded bar. but that's just me. i tried to explain this to a new "friend," but i don't know if i really explained it well. i'm really just misanthropic. i'd rather make fun of somebody at a bar than someone at a party. yeah. i'm also feeling pretty apathetic today (i'm just full of -ic's today). i think my course of action tonight will more than likely involve a six pack of Lone Star tallboys and either Heathers or Spaceballs (or both). besides, i've got really exciting things to do this weekend, such as hemming pants and sorting through objects i own to see what i will keep and what i will sell or just throw away. yeah. exciting times. i need a drink ...