Every relationship will fail, except one.

Wooowoo!!! Parrrty!!! Yeah. That's what it's gonna be. Big party. In a bar. I have no idea what's gonna happen. I have no idea who's gonna be there. I can fantasize about it for weeks, and at the same time know none of it will come true. They never do. My fantasies are far too possible and logical and realistic for them to ever really happen. Life is always either stranger than I could imagine, or utterly boring. My fantasies are right down the middle.