you can hear my music clear as day
But I was wrong.
He showed up dressed in his father's old PBR work shirt (that even has his name "JOE" on the breast) and a hat that read "Quality Control". We stopped for a 30 pack of Pabst and he ran around the party the whole night monitoring the quality of people's beers (sipping them) and then offering a PBR (which he kept an extra of tucked in his pocket).
I'm not used to boyfriends not being resentful, and Joe simply is not. By resentful I mean, my good times must be a direct projection from their instigation. If my good times are at the hands of other people then I will be made to suffer for my independent decision.
He didn't pout, and he wasn't resentful, he just wanted to be with me there and so he simply had a good time.
Sweet Joe.