I'm going to have an aneurysm any day now.

Homecoming 2010: The Best Night of Your Life!
Best night, my butt.

Here was our first plan:
A simple, straightforward dinner at Cheddar's (which sounds as formal as McDonald's, but it's actually very delicious).
Five girls.

The next day:
"Wait, we should invite guys!"

*cue dramatic groans from me, signs of agreement from the others*

Second plan:
A larger group to go to Cheddar's.
Around ten people. (Somehow we ended up invited even more girls, so there were about seven girls and three guys.)

The next day:
"Wait, we should have even numbers!"

Third plan:
Even LARGER group at Cheddar's.
Twenty people. (Ten girls, ten guys.)

The next day:
"Wait, but Girl A wants her other friends to come!"
and [from the guys] "We want to invite this hot girl we like."

Fourth plan:
Twenty-six people.
But then there's another complaint--"Uh oh, Cheddar's doesn't do reservations."

Fifth plan:
Twenty-six people, go to so-and-so's house to eat pizza.

But then some completely not annoying girls that I happen to be best friends with have to bring up complaints (and some other problems we weren't thinking of):
"Are we changing before the guys get there?"
"Are we changing in the same house as the guys?"
"What time will this be?"
"A bunch of us have Dr. Gu [an extra-curric math class--yeah, I take it, too] and we'll be late!"
"I don't want to eat pizza!"
"Let's eat at Texican Cafe!"
"Hey, is Hot Girl coming?"
"I think Hot Girl is going with her other buddies."
"Aw, I don't want to go now."
"Man, if you're not going then I won't."
And then suddenly we have a problem with all the guys jumping ship.
Thankfully, my best friend Teri saves the day with her mad Chainsaw Girl skills.
"IF YOU GUYS DON'T COME, I'LL CUT OFF YOUR TINY ROOSTERS." (Did you know that the Chinese phrase for...er...the male pee-pee place is "little rooster"? Why is it "little"?)

Needless to say, we have around 24 ~ 25 people coming. Including the guys, who are probably thinking Teri's gonna live up to her threat. (Which is empty. Mostly.)

Our final plan (that is, until we think of some other "better" one):
Get takeout from Cheddar's.
Go to Teri's house. Chill & eat.
Apparently, we're getting changed in the same house as the most perverted boys at my school. Not happening. I'm going to change before I go.
After chilling/eating, we go to Homecoming together, using around three cars. Fun.

I just hope this stupid dance is worth it. Although, from what I hear, the music hall they're having the dance at is extremely humid and icky.
I wonder if it's too late to jump ship.