"Really?" I huffed, mildly irritated with my father for ruining what I thought was going to be a peaceful night in.
"Come on, you're just being dramatic. They're not THAT bad" he replied.
Not that bad? I thought, not wanting to share that information with him aloud when he had clearly made up his mind.
"I guess I'll just go and hide in my room before they get here" I said sulkingly.
And with that I made the trek up the stairs and to my room, feeling bugged by the fact that I couldn't even feel comfortable around my own dad's friends that he had invited over. It's not that I didn't like the guys, it's just...when you're planning on having a quiet night in, these are so not the guys to be around. Since we had moved from New York to California 7 years ago, whenever these certain friends visited it was always an extremely loud reunion. There's just something about a group of New Yorkers being in the same room together, it always seems to become a match of 'who can yell the loudest'....