My life is so boring

I got a call from my buddy last night. I could barely hear him over the sounds of laughter and debauchery and clicking glasses. "Come over. Bring wine," he said.

Desperate to see adult people and wine, my eyes glazed over as I dropped everything and rushed to his house. "Party," raced my mind.

When I got there, the apartment was empty. His car wasn't there. I peered through the windows, hopped the back fence ("Maybe they're partying in his bedroom!"). I realized eventually the sounds of laughter and socializing were the sounds of the restaurant he works at.

There was no party. Instead, we spent a quiet night with his girlfriend, who told me a story about going to the wrong room and missing the Hiking Club meeting.

That just sucks.