The RSVP

Got to tell you .... been a pet peeve probably my entire adult life.  Are you coming or not?   And if so ... bringing anything?  If not ... just let others know.  How fucking hard is that?

Well, this past weekend found myself a notch perturbed.   When the smoke clears, the Host(s) have to have some clue how much food and drink they are providing if that's the case.  If it's a 100% BYOB and folks bring all the food, one still has to have a grasp how much space needs to be allocated.  And I've got a twist on it all......  if someone doesn't bring a friggn thing, how about tip the Host(s) in a tip jar for the food they provided?  Now .. there has to be a tip jar and most people with class won't put one up .. but ... one could at least ask?

Now that all being said... the situation I'm referring to all worked out fine. The Host(s) had planned ahead with options to ensure there would be enough food for all no matter what.  They even provided drinks.  Most folks that rolled in brought more than enough for all to gorge themselves on.  Most of us had extra waters and adult drinks avail.   Zero issues in the big picture.

But ....  my god .. .when someone asks you to RSVP multiple times.... how hard can that be???   Myself, I've been doing get-togethers .. throwing parties ...  creating events ... for multiple decades.  But, it never fails ...   there is always a small percentage that just ... drop the ball.  Now in all my years I've never seen a disaster.  Well, a few surprises along the way.  But never a disaster where there wasn't enough food and drinks.  Still doesn't excuse one for not doing a simple thing  .. "RSVP."

Funny thought as I close. When I attend events, I FINALLY started bringing MORE ... much more .. than I normally consume when I attend these.  Why?  I used to bring say ... just a six pack or two of beer and damned if you don't find other's in your stash!  That bottle of  your fav' Bourbon?  Yeah ....  five others will have the look and waiting for a taste. Hell, I'm guilty when someone pulls out a cigar and I'm thinking.. "fuck.. why didn't I?"  I'm smiling when most ask me if I want one.  Now why it took me so long to figure that one out, I'll never know .. but ... I'm prepared nowadays (well ...usually).   The scary part is ..... how some .... are not  .. never ... prepared at all.  Maybe that's .. the point of this post.