Every year during Football Season, DH watches Monday Night Football with a bunch of neighborhood guys who trade off hosting. We usually also host the Super Bowl.
DH had his 40th birthday last week, and asked me if instead of a big birthday party we could just have some close friends over to watch the big game and have that double as his birthday celebration. I made sure everyone knew it was the big 4-0 and we only invited about five families.
Yesterday evening, while DH wasn't home, I got a call from one of the regular Monday Night guys (let's call him K), who we don't know all that well. Our conversation went something like this:
K: So your husband told me that he's hosting a Super Bowl party tomorrow, but I never got an invitation.
Me (thinking DH had invited him): Oh, yeah, we are. Come on over tomorrow at four, and your family is welcome. Also, do you know it's DH's birthday?
K: What kind of beer did he get?
Me: I think it's Live Oak.
K: What kind, lager or pale ale?
Me: Gee, I have no idea. But he also got Bud Lite.
K: Well, that's special. I meant real beer. Well, I guess someone will bring something else.
(Okay, so clearly it's time to get this character off the phone.)
Me: Oh, I'm sure there will be plenty of beer. See you tomorrow, then?
Later, I found out that DH hadn't spoken to K recently; he had just made a comment earlier in the season that he was probably going to host the Super Bowl, and the treatment he gave me was exactly the reason he hadn't included him in the invitation list.
Hopefully he won't be happy with the beer selection and will go home quickly.