This weekend is my Solstice Potluck cookout. It’s pretty much the only family and friends gathering I can host, due to lack of space, so it’s pretty important to me.

A while back Glenn asked me if I invited our next door neighbors. No, because they annoy the fucking hell out of me! The last time they came to a cookout (note I did not say they were invited) they grabbed plates of food and ran back into their apartment. Unfortunately he had already invited them before even asking me.

The first thing they did was ask Glenn to take them shopping so that they could buy their contribution for the cookout. According to Glenn these guys bought a huge box of hamburger patties and another huge box of hot dogs. But no buns.

Now I have a couple of rules when it comes to potluck. One of them is that you bring all parts of the dish you are contributing. I mean, what good is margarita mix without the tequilla, eh? I politely pointed this out to them. They said they can’t afford the buns.

Another rule I have is where my guests are not allowed spend more than they can afford (that’s my job). So I suggested that they take back the meat and purchase smaller packages so they could afford the buns. Their response was that since it’s my cookout I should be the one to provide the buns.

Excuse me? If Glenn hadn’t taken them shopping I wouldn’t have known what they were bringing to the cookout. I don’t know what anyone else is bringing (aside from my uncle not bringing his sparkling mead because it failed). How the hell am I supposed to know how many buns to get? That’s why I have the rule about bringing the entire dish!

So now they’re like, “If Babs is being a bitch, we don’t want to attend.” I’ll try not to get too downhearted.