What do I do?
Why the drama? Go. Or not… depending.
Go! Bring pie!
I’m guessing either hijacked or borrowed account. I don’t remember the OP talking like this before.
Maybe he was left out in the sun?
I wish someone would invite me to their house. 
ETA: I’ve got these three costumes we could wear!
…but I guess I’ll just throw one out.
They invited you over their house? Is it a hot air balloon or something? Cause that would be rather fun I think. Or not, depending on if you’re afraid of heights.
Bring sheep?
Maybe sheep dip? See Bruce if you need a can.
Dunno how they do things where you are, but 'round these hyar parts, standard operating procedure whenever someone invites you over to their house means you have to take off all your clothes at home first, encase your entire torso in Saran wrap, liberally perfume your genitals (male or female, doesn’t matter), put your clothes back on, and swing by KFC for a bucket of chicken and a 2-liter of Coke on the way. And you may expect your host or hostess to be greet you at the door similarly attired in Saran wrap, and you must listen to the music playing in the background for cues as to what the visit will entail, whether deep conversation about politics or just a simple meal between newfound friends.
Hope this helps.
Sorry, I’m busy tonight…
Much less embarrassing than Hal Briston’s hijacking and more obtuse. At least with Hal, we knew what his preferences were.
A city feller moves out to the country, to get away from it all. Hardly anybody for miles around. Things are going well, but he’s kinda lonely. One day, a huge, bearded guy from the house down the road a piece knocks on the greenhorn’s door. City feller answers the door to see this mammoth, unkempt guy standing there.
City feller: “Yes?”
Guy: “I wanted to invite you to my place for a party tonight.”
CF: “Really? That’d be great. I haven’t met anybody since I’ve been here.”
Guy: “Gotta warn you though, at my parties, there’s always dancin’!”
CF: “Why, I love dancing. That sounds like fun!”
Guy: “And, there’s gonna be some drinkin’!”
CF: “I’m not a teetotaller, by any means. I’ll bring a bottle!”
Guy: “And, there’s bound to be some fightin’. Seems like there’s always a fight at my parties.”
CF: “Well, I used to box a little. I can handle myself if it comes to that.”
Guy: “And, there’s gonna be some sex. My parties always end with sex!”
CF: “Awesome. Sounds like a helluva a party! But, tell me, what do I wear to a party like this?”
Guy: “Ah, come as you are. It’ll just be the two of us.”
If I remember correctly you are a High School student?
If true is this person your age on an adult?
If the second, do not go and let your parents know.
If they are your age, are you interested in them? If so go!
If you are not a high school student, but over 18, why not go?
Jim
Hah! Exactly what was in my mind as I opened the thread.
They invited you over their house? Wow, they must have yelled really loudly.
Over one’s house is semistandard Northeast US usage. No aviation-related activity is implied.
Heh, learn something new everyday. I’d never heard that before.
Dude…
Did you just attack a hijacker with a flow chart?
Have you ever considered a career with the OHS or DOD? We could use you in the air protecting our planes. One good self referencing Excel formula should knock any would be terrorist for a loop.
Nate
This is why I avoid downstate like the plague. 