So when my husband and I were dating, I was invited to a, you know, we had a group of friends. And we were invited to a party. And I went ahead because he was working or something. And I didn't have the address because I had always been to my friend's house. And I just told him, like, what street it was on. So I looked for my car. There was a white truck on the driveway. So I'm at the party. He, like, shows up an hour later. And he pulls up to this house with a white truck. Didn't look for my car. Walked into the house, walked through the house, into the kitchen. There's four guys sitting there having beer. And he's like, you know, starts chatting with them and stuff. And then he decides to find me and he goes, so is the party downstairs. And they're like, what party? And he goes, you have a party, you know, I'm looking for Pam. And he goes, the guys are like, there's no Pam here. Oh, God. There's no party here.