Does this make me a horrible person?
Two weeks from today I'm throwing Aaron a birthday "fiesta" at our favorite Mexican restaurant. There will be pitchers of margaritas, platters of nachos, and even a margarita cake (made by me of course). I've invited all of the usual suspects and told Aaron last night that his college roommate was going to come from out of town. He was glad I invited the guy and even more glad that he could make it. Then Aaron asked me the question that I was Dreading (yes, with a capital D). Had I invited his friend Alex*.
Now I like Alex, in small doses. And sober. But drunk Alex is a little too much for me to handle. He gets rowdy and loud and sort-of obnoxious.
Well, I hadn't invited Alex for this very reason. Flowing margaritas means he'll probably get pretty drunk, and since I won't be drinking I'll have a harder time dealing with that. But now I feel bad. I did email him this morning and invite him, but I'm really hoping that since the party is on a Friday evening and he lives quite a few hours away that he won't be able to make it.
So, this is where the question comes in - this guy is one of Aaron's very best friends and has been his friend for most of his life, but I really don't want him to come. Does this make me a horrible person? Hoping he doesn't come? Or does it just put me in the usual "bitch wife" position that I hate? You know, the annoying wife that all the husband's friends can't stand because she's not nice to them (and really I try to be nice to all my husband's friends and like about 99% of them) and who I strive not to be. I hope it doesn't make me the bitch wife. I really do.
*Alex is not his real name