Neither Life nor Soul
I am killing time, pretending to work when I need to go home and consider clothing options for the noteworthy birthday bash of a friend. Although I doubt it matters what I end up wearing: I can safely predict that the future Mr. Purple Parrot will not be in attendance.
But hey- I'm gonna get it together. This should be a fun one. I have enjoyed many a wild night in the company of my celebrating friend over the years. Way back when, our social circles partook in scandalous, incestous revelling which would not have looked out of place in any given tabloid reportage. But those good ol' days came to an abrupt end around the time that peace became unfashionable in these parts, and a frightening amount of the former players and party-goers are now ensconced in the 'burbs with spouses and produce, leaving a few brave warriors to fly the flag for single life.
Not that we are immune to this alleged maturity curve: as I discussed with Birthday Girl some weeks ago, staying in with ice-cream and watching a movie is definitely now up there with the 3am jaunting as Most Desirable Way To Spend An Evening. Anyway, lovely and inviting as that sounds, not tonight darlin'! I have reliable information that this is also a mediterranean ex-pats bash. Which in the past has translated into me standing in the corner watching the Salsa-ing enviously, while dreaming of Salsa served on nice hot Nachos.
Dammit, hungry again now. And for ice-cream and for the sofa, but that will have to wait until the early hours.
I'll be back a few GnT's later. Adios!
But hey- I'm gonna get it together. This should be a fun one. I have enjoyed many a wild night in the company of my celebrating friend over the years. Way back when, our social circles partook in scandalous, incestous revelling which would not have looked out of place in any given tabloid reportage. But those good ol' days came to an abrupt end around the time that peace became unfashionable in these parts, and a frightening amount of the former players and party-goers are now ensconced in the 'burbs with spouses and produce, leaving a few brave warriors to fly the flag for single life.
Not that we are immune to this alleged maturity curve: as I discussed with Birthday Girl some weeks ago, staying in with ice-cream and watching a movie is definitely now up there with the 3am jaunting as Most Desirable Way To Spend An Evening. Anyway, lovely and inviting as that sounds, not tonight darlin'! I have reliable information that this is also a mediterranean ex-pats bash. Which in the past has translated into me standing in the corner watching the Salsa-ing enviously, while dreaming of Salsa served on nice hot Nachos.
Dammit, hungry again now. And for ice-cream and for the sofa, but that will have to wait until the early hours.
I'll be back a few GnT's later. Adios!
posted by tafka PP @ 5:43 AM
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