I recently (a year ago) moved away from my home town where all my childhood friends still live work and play. Last night I drove back to my home town to hang out with them for a birthday party, and invited them all to my house today since they are all off of work to have a continuance of that birthday party. It happens every time and I'm starting to get pretty pissed about it. Today, none of them remembers a damn thing about saying they'd come out here, yet they gave me **** last night when I told them I didn't want to drive an hour (at 10:30pm mind you) to go out to a bar and then crash at my parents' house. I've asked my friends (collective) multiple times to come out to my house for parties or just to hang out, and every single time, after everyone says they'll make it, plans seem to miraculously change on the day of the invite. Last weekend for instance, was my birthday/house warming party. No presents were expected, nor were beer and food... we pretty much supplies everything. All my friends had to do was ask off of work (and I gave plenty of notice) and come out here for a night of food, drink, and bon-fire. They all said they had requested off, and when party time came around, I called them all and no one answered a phone. I asked them last night what happenned, and one of them had to work, so the rest of them didn't want to come out. Now, let me clarify... all these guys are like my own brothers... I didn't have any brothers, only a sister, and they'd been like a big extension of my family. I call their parents "mom and dad", and they call my parents "mom and dad". If I need something right now, they will do what it takes to get it for me and vice versa. If someone needs a ride, I'm the first one to offer up. Whenever we used to go to the bar when I still lived there, we'd switch off on DD duties, but 2 out of 3 times, I was the DD, and we had guys there that weren't even 21 yet. Each and every one of them has dropped the ball in one way or another when it comes to getting out to my house, but I'm a bad guy when I can't make it to see them. I'm starting to want to just forget about them all. So, do any of you have asshole friends? What do you do about them? I love them like my own brothers, but I'm really getting sick of the **** they put me through. It's like a burden to have to come out and see me and my family once a year.