- My costume. I have to decide, and decide soon. Fuck it, last-minute decisions for the win.
- The food. Moms says she has me covered for chicken tenderloins, prawn cutlets, wedges, pizzas...basically small snack foods in general. But I ain't sweatin' bullets, 'cause for real, it's not a dinner party. I'll have enough to feed the munchies, but it's not gonna be a 12-course meal.
- Alcomohol. I'll get this on the day. I'm thinking, a couple of bottles of something hard, plus a couple of cases of something social?
- Tables and chairs. Plus, I gotta clean the backyard up a little. "MART! GET THE TABLES! ...And chairs, if you can."
- Heads-up for the next-door neighbours. I've already got my speech planned out. "Hey guys, there's gonna be about thirty drunken young adults middling about on Saturday night. It might get a little bit loud and rowdy. Just to let you guys know. But don't worry, two of those thirty will be Julius Villa-real and Karl Valdez. I'll take pictures for you guys."
Over and out.
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