"Is that correct? Have either of you attended these parties?" Anne is my friend as well as my roommate, ma'am. She doesn't lie. There have been noisy ...arties for some time. I've assumed they are natural and common. And, no ma'am, neither of us has gone to them, although we have been invited." Sorry, both of you. I don't mean to sound abrasive or critical." She sat back in her chair. "Can you tell me who invited you?" The first time, we were invited by someone on our floor, the third floor. I. I noticed a touch of red on her cheeks and red lips that looked so kissable. Then with the dark blue eye makeup to go with her pale blue eyes, she looked perfect. My plan for the perfect date was ruined as soon as we walked into the restaurant. Somehow, they couldn’t find my name on the reservation list and when that was finally solved, they stuck us in the corner where the only view was of a downtown street corner. It just got worse, you could tell the waitperson was looking down his nose at. I’m sure my hangover didn’t hurt with the sleeping either.I was woken up the next day around noon by some garbage me- er, excuse me, refuse collection engineers, who were emptying the dumpsters. They were a little startled by my presence, but they were kind enough to wake me up instead of just grabbing the two dumpsters from besides me.I ate lunch in a local diner. The food was not bad, but it wasn’t fantastic either. The coffee was surprisingly good, though, for the midwest. I usually. "Promise me you won't do anything like that again," she said."I'll try not to," Andy agreed as he patted her back softly. "I'll see you at lunch." Count on it," Elizabeth told him. She put a little extra sway in her hips as she walked to her first class – just because she knew Andy would be watching."A gang fight?" Ruth asked as she walked beside Joy and Regan to class."It's what he said," Regan answered. "I have that big chemistry test this morning so I only got to talk to him for a few.