We have a name for that: Flakey

Movie night is back and Gary has done a write up on Night at the Museum. Go check it out.

Recently movie night has been a bit more intimate. That isn’t a bad thing because the people that are there are of better quality. We had a few weeks (when movie night seemed to be exploding) where we had some less than interesting people attending. Lets not mince words, they were retards.

While their big smiles and innocent look were welcomed at first pretty soon there was drool all over the couches, their hoots and cries weren’t cute and in the end we were obliged to kill movie night lest our mongoloid “friends” return.

Now that the coast is clear, and our scouts assure us that it is, we’re happy to kick off movie night once more.

By the way, as for the title “Flakey” doesn’t actually refer to movie night goers that I expected to show. Their absence is noted but my only response is shrugged shoulders and a faraway look.

No, when I mention flakey I’m referring to a previous event, a few days ago actually. It was my friends birthday and someone went through the trouble of making him cake and whatnot (good job Tami). I went ahead and called some of his friends. Actually, I invited six people that I knew he would be happy to have at his birthday. All were very excited to come but when it came down to it only one showed and him more than an hour late.

In frightful confusion, and now I admit, with feelings of betrayal; I called some of the absent. They were a bit miffed that I had bothered them during dinner, which apparently couldn’t be moved to another time in order to come show some appreciation for our mutual friend.

Quiet and sad. Flakey people suck, don’t be a flake.

We have a name for that: Flakey