Thursday, September 30th, 2000
I had to work tonight at Sonic, and I was doing what I normally did: fountain.
I had been making milkshakes for an order when Brian came into work. He wasn't scheduled, but he was just visiting. I had been in the walk-in collecting limes and other things to stock up in the little fountain refrigerator when he made himself a treat.
I went along my merrily ways when he was just sitting at the managers desk, when he started talking to me, and mentioned what I had suggested a little less than a week ago at that party.
"Hey, are your parents still going to be gone this weekend?" he asked, looking at me while talking to me.
"Yeah," I replied, wiping down the mixing machine.
"So then you still want to have that party?" he asked, referring to what I had said in the last week.
"Well, I don't know." I doubted.
"Why not?" he asked.
"Well, I mean, okay, my parents come back on Saturday-" I started to explain.
"So we'll have it tomorrow night." he interjected. We?
"But I have to work tomorrow night." I finished.
"So do I." he said.
"But I close, and then there wouldn't even be any time to have a party." I pessimised.
"Yeah, there would." he said, giving me a "duh" look, trying to reassure me.
I don't remember exactly what I told him after that, but I do remember somewhat agreeing with having a party at my house on Friday night, the next night.
Now my next target to solve was: who am I going to get to come?