It's funny how the more things change, the more they stay the same. {platitude #1}
Seven hour have passed since my final open house at 324 C-anal St. Seven hours have also passed since I've had my last drink. Coincidence? I think not, but it matters very little for I am here to document my pen-ultimate open house. I cannot tell how it began because of three reasons:
1) *
2) *
3) I was late.
*written in invisible ink. Please use a 1:1 ratio of lemon juice and water to reveal. Just like Harry Potter!
Regarding #1 and 2 above, the internal nature of such beings is infernal and when the two get together, well, let's just say the laws of man (and woman) cannot describe their constitution.
Yet for all intensive purposes and thanks to the magik that is craigs' list, the turn-out was large (but not in charge).
Much wine (coolers) and beer (luke-warm) was consumed. One frozen burrito was left to stagnate. Half a ham was demolished. Many people were met, their names quickly forgotten, and their life-stories went straight to obscurity. Some phone numbers were retrieved from the trash after viewing their photos on the TelePrompTer (these ladies may or may not be called for a hang out session). 2 southern party crashers were kicked out after an impromptu photo-shoot. A spaniard decried that she would like to sleep with "all the beautiful womenz in thees open house." Her right to suffrage was ended quickly and painlessly.
Basic conclusions that became apparent as the night wore on:
a) The British do not want to regain their hold in America, and will not be residing in this united nations.
b) Architecture is in?
c) This year's model of MS will be replaced by last year's 20 year old german model in a little over a fort-night.
d) democracy is only fun while sober. after tossing back a few, tyrants appear.
As for endings, they are never pretty. {platitude #2}
7 individuals voted. In the instance of the first vote, 5 were happy. In the instance of the second vote, 7 were happy. In the instance of the last vote...... only 3 were happy, yet this minority won.
Some may say that this is a tyranny.
Others call it a royal monarchy that is afraid of change.
I call it a comeback.
t-minus:30
3 comments:
Questions:
4th Stanza: first sentence. WTF?
5th Stanza: Line 6. WTF?
8th Stanza: Joel and Rebecka weren't there. Who's joined Brian in the new apartment triumvirate?
4th Stanza: first sentence: yeah, composition writing was never my strong suit. I'll have my editor take a look at what I'm writing next time I'm hung over and feel like writing something that on second glance does not make any sense whatsoever.
5th Stanza: Line 6: Jess's friend Jeff and his new beau showed up and were taking pictures of the proceedings. Similar to that party when Fanny and the douche did a photo-shoot, but without the pretentious poses.
8th Stanza: There was the formation of two camps. LC & Maria on one side, and Aaron & Brian on the other. Dancing in between were Craig and Rosa. The strange thing was that they all technically liked the same people in the first round a lot, but then squabbled in later rounds of selection.
I think I get it!
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