GONNA BE THAT KIND OF PARTY

The first thing I looked for was the industrial sized barrel of generic snack mix. And there it was, looming high above the rest of the sad little snack table. Dwarfing the sad cheese plate and the bottles of generic soda- no, not even sodas, seltzer only this time- it sat, her handprint visible in the thin layer of dust. Julia had been putting that sad tub of snacks out at each and every single one of the lame parties she'd thrown since I met her. "Glad you could make it, Jim!" she said. I looked around the empty, dingy apartment and thought to myself I sure bet you are, Juliaand forced a smile across my face.