I worked out in the bsement. I opened a beer.
Renter: I can't believe you're making me go to this party alone.
Thank you, Jesus. I had figured I had agreed, after 20 beers on Friday, to go to the party. I tend to agree to things I wouldn't usually do after I've been drinking (still regret turning down that three-some, the other dude was hot!). So, being off the hook for this party, and not having to tell the Renter that I didn't want to go after possibly saying I would, ah, golden. I get to stay home and watch the Badgers take care of Michigan State.