Wednesday, December 2, 2009

The Ballad of Chicken Enchiladas

I don't think I would make a good mother. I'm too emotional for that. Let me explain.

Every Wednesday night, for the past 2 months, my roommates and I have had a House Dinner. We all chip in for dinner and one of us makes it. Our meals have varied from meatloaf and mashed potatoes (the first meal) to a true Honduranian meal of black refried beans, corn, and tortillas.

Tonight, I was going to cook chicken enchiladas and everyone was excited.
But, when I got home, I realized one of my roommates failed to tell me that he was going to Salt Lake with his girlfriend, one of my other roommates decided to eat dinner already and failed to tell me he had to run tithing settlement, one of my friends decided to stay at home and talk with her parents (which I guess is okay). That left me and my last roommate, Jeff. I told him we could still do it, but he kinda got wary of that and he said we should just cancel.

I got upset. Not at him. I went into my room and started to CRY! What kind of man am I? Who cries over NOT being able to cook? The reason I got so upset, and still am a little upset, is because this is the ONLY time reserved for us as a house family. I love my roommates and I love my friends. I have reserved this time and set it aside especially for them. I guess they don't see the importance I put on House Dinner.

Maybe I'm just overreacting. It's just...I really don't have any guys to bond with, so I bond with my roommates, and when we don't get that time we have to bond...those few hours every week...it makes me sad.

Maybe I should make Gay House Dinner and invite you all over? How does that sound?

8 comments:

  1. I am not gay...but I would love to do that. Infact, I think I should tell you that I am going to coming down on Saturday! Won't that be fun for you!

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  2. We totally should...because I had the exact same incident tonight except for me it was the Ballad of Pork Tacos. And a week and a half ago with the Ballad of Biscuits and Gravy.

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  3. I am thinking more and more of this Gay Dinner House Party thing. I think it would be a good idea. And Katrina, straight married people are allowed, too. Don't think you wouldn't be invited!

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  4. Yes! I will come! When? Can I cook something too? >.>

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  5. I like that idea (in part because I'm hungry). :)

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  6. I'm in Andy. You know I love you. I might have a car soon so I'll be at liberty to come visit you down there. Just think of it. More nights with me. ;) Haha, I wouldn't do that to you. You need your sleep. ;) Hehe. Love you Andy. Really, you're the best roomie I have EVER had. I miss you...and love you for sure and forever.

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  7. Wow. That makes it sound like we did/are doing things more than just sleeping. For the record, everyone...we just literally slept together. Nothing else. Love you, Robert! Can't wait to share my bed with you again!

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  8. I cry about changed plans all the time. But you shouldn't feel better about yourself because you share characteristics with me. In fact, it should make you cry harder. Nice to meet you.

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