all of my friends were there at once.
There was music, live pieces, some. And more music for dancing.
All the booze is gone, and the couch has been moved.
But no one ate the cheese.
(no one ate the cheese)
It was a battle between snacks and gin,
a survival of the fittest to see who would win.
…and it wasn’t even close.
Now I can’t let this cheese
spoil. can’t let this gin die in vain;
So before I leave town in twenty four hours, it looks like I am going to have to eat
a whole thing of manchego,
a large box of variety entertainment crackers,
a jar of chocolate covered espresso beans,
about two dozen fresh olives peppered with cigarette ash,
another thing of this cheese called “robusto,”
and the better part of a liter of white table wine.
What a fun fucking Friday.
Great night! (and funny poem)