the party invitation

are you going to the party,
my friend frank asks.
jimmy is having a summer time
bash.
music. fun.
the usual picnic sort of thing.
burgers and dogs.
someone will bring
potato salad, coleslaw.
are you coming, it will
be fun.
who's jimmy i ask him.
i don't think i know jimmy.
really?
he says he knows you.
he looks at your facebook page
all the time
and likes what you post.
but i haven't posted anything
since
all hell broke loose
and i changed my relationship
status.
well, he says you're friends
on there,
and he wants you to come.
he says to bring a case of beer,
steaks, and
paper plates and
a gallon of wine too.
oh and some charcoal.
who's jimmy, i ask him again.