Jake Cornell

I was like, oh, yeah, let's go.

And through like a series of like me misunderstanding as few text messages or conversations, everyone got a ticket to this party except me.

And then it sold out.

So now I'm now everyone's betrayed me and I hate them.

And I'm like, truly, I'm truly I'm truly being like I threw like a temper tantrum of like a five year old child.

I was like, oh, so everyone got a ticket.

And everyone, and I was like, there's a toggle menu down where you could have added numbers and you never, no one thought to call.

I live with two of you.

No one thought to do.

I was, they were like, we sent you a text asking if you wanted to go.

And I was like, yeah, but no one, you didn't click me either way.

I'm making up excuses either way.

Miserable to be around for a week about this.

My friend is like, hey, I found a ticket for you.

And I was like, amazing.

I'm so glad this worked out.

I knew it would.

Here's the thing.

But that brought me back to the original point, which is that even before I knew anyone had a ticket, I didn't want to go to this fucking party.

Because I knew I wouldn't enjoy it because you had to wait outside for like an hour and a half in the New York cold.