Go to your room!!

I'm staying over at Paul's house Thankgiving night because we're leaving at crack of dawn the following morning to participate in the chaotic Day-After-Thanksgiving-Sale madness. Regardless of the bargains, I typically avoid this shopping day because I hate the crowds. But for Paul, it's an annual tradition. I'm a sucker for tradition so I'm going along.

Paul's kids have planned a big party that night. They're both in their 20s and all their friends will be home for the holiday. They told Paul, apparently in no uncertain terms, that he and I were not allowed to invade their party scene. Paul protested and was informed that we were "too old" and should say hello and then quickly excuse ourselves.

We are expected to behave like OLD people and leave the YOUNG people to their dirty jokes and drinking games. We have been banished - grounded to Paul's bedroom for the evening.

Confined to the bedroom. Being so old and helpless, I suppose we'll have to accept our fate and suffer in silence. Well...maybe not exactly silence. We should probably throw a movie in the DVD player as a sound buffer!

Kids... Are they REALLY that clueless???