Sigh. Why do I even bother?

It started with my friend and me planning maybe a barbecue party with a few local friends of his. I wanted to hold a meeting at the local bar to plan this thing and my friend said, "No need to. Everyone will bring their own dish." I asked what if no one brought any hamburger? He simply replied not to worry.

Then he broke the news to me that he would be too busy moving out of his old office where he works on both Friday July 3rd and the following day, too (which is of course, 4th of July.) But he promised to treat me to a free pizza and also take me to see the fireworks. I offered to help him out, even though he had already gotten five helpers.

Finally, he told me he didn't know WHEN the dumpster (or something?) would be brought over for him to throw out his junk and now he wasn't sure whether he would do pizza, especially when he had five people over, too - and he couldn't afford pizza for everyone, of course.

And - when I came over last Friday (at about 4pm; he usually gets off work at 5pm), his office was closed and he was nowhere in sight. So I sadly went home to cook a big feast (I bought so much food I actually borrowed a wagon to take it all home!) I had burgers, bun-sized franks, barbecue chicken, mustard potato salad (the potato cubes weren't tender enough, IMHO), homemade chili (I made it with stew beef and it was DELICIOUS!), and the "Wave Your Flag" cheesecake thing (I got the recipe off the Kraft website, but unfortunately, the strawberry JELL-O wasn't firm enough when I poured it over the sliced pound cake, so the cake got soaked - and tastes a bit weird. Oh, well. ) I also made my very first apple pie ever and it was really good. (I did get the recipe from both Internet and a few library books, too. Not hard at all, of course.)

But I had no one to share this feast with me, though.