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On a humid mid-summer night We traveled so far, yet so near To a place of extravagant revelry We had no idea what was to come that evening It was an old-fashion party Everything and everyone was illuminated And why not? It was the night of our celebration of freedom Everyone was dancing and laughing The sweat, the dilated pupils of the jubilant guests I saw everything standing on the top of the wooden foothill These stairs tested your level of intoxication You could trip on them sober, they were so spread apart, numerous and inconsistent And if you were drunk to the highest extent, you’d surely die trying to conquer them We were swept away with a cold beer in each of our hands A bearded man with a bottle of whiskey pored us shots We downed them And then another In honor of the moment And to the chance that our whiskey toting woman chaser would get laid that night The evening was miraculous Alcohol flowing like cool crystal rapids *** being burned like drift wood on an unmapped deserted beach And a vibe of comrodery between all in attendance Digital pixilated snapshots to save this moment for nostalgic posterity Beer pong seemed like an Olympic event Kings Flip cup Thumper Quarters I took no part for I was too far gone by that point I was a mere spectator I was more interested in the various airborne angels floating in the ozone of ecstasy I staggered up to each one individually trying to swipe a kiss or maybe even more “Hi” Kiss SMACK “Hi” Kiss SMACK “Hi” Kiss SMACK “Hi” Kiss Kiss back Whoa Who Was This? A familiar face A gaping hole of pleasant surprise opened on my face A look of false anger on hers appeared SMACK! We laughed and said hello then did a shot *** Then another And talked Our chuckles were reminiscent of an orchestral arrangement The mother of our seemingly invisible host stood up and herded the whole party into a unanimous silent yield “TEQUILA!” she shouted And the whole backyard of sweaty, out of it, ***** young faces cheered and tapped the thumping music back on and formed a line The bottles flew open like flimsy shutters during a maelstrom of wind Limes and salt were being passed around like ten cent ****** After the last drop of tequila was guzzled down the party seemed to be swaying to and fro And all of us had the same heavy eyed toothy smirk on us that says “yeah…I’m done” The glorious angel that I had plucked from the heavens and I wandered to the corner of the commotion and perched ourselves in a high tree and kissed And right below us two of our friends began to make indiscrete inebriated love to each other on a rusty swing set Nice But our passionate, fearless kiss blocked that out It was so pure and shameless Even though we both knew we were betraying the trust of our then insignificant others The sound of bachata The knocking of red solo cups   Ping pong ***** And the ******** sounding voices of those trying to locate them Were a loud soundtrack to our lustful voyage into each other’s comfort zone We talked for what seemed like hours about how we were attracted to each other for so long And how our relationships at the time left us unhappy and unfulfilled We had a mindful understanding of one another Neither of us had that before But all of a sudden The beer The *** The whiskey And the tequila All came back to say hello Then goodbye as they flushed themselves out of my system and into our host’s garden No one noticed So I continued to relieve myself on the tomatoes and basil The angel rubbed my back and let me go And when it was done She kissed me Then and there I knew she was mine And I was hers Nothing mattered Not my infinite bile projections Not my unfit partner Not my scarring past Just her Only her Right there Right then We walked back to the epicenter of the soiree to see people leaving to go make their own myths of ****** endeavors And the good friends sober enough to help their blacked out pals get home safely So, my friend and I bid our goodbyes and thank yous to our friends and our host and their family and wobbled home With a flaming heart and an empty stomach Also a bladder full of bad decisions that I unleashed upon a parked dump truck on my journey home back to my bed
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Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 6:37 PM UTC
An Extraordinary Independence Day
On a humid mid-summer night We traveled so far, yet so near To a place of extravagant revelry We had no idea what was to come that evening It was an old-fashion party Everything and everyone was illuminated And why not? It was the night of our celebration of freedom Everyone was dancing and laughing The sweat, the dilated pupils of the jubilant guests I saw everything standing on the top of the wooden foothill These stairs tested your level of intoxication You could trip on them sober, they were so spread apart, numerous and inconsistent And if you were drunk to the highest extent, you’d surely die trying to conquer them We were swept away with a cold beer in each of our hands A bearded man with a bottle of whiskey pored us shots We downed them And then another In honor of the moment And to the chance that our whiskey toting woman chaser would get laid that night The evening was miraculous Alcohol flowing like cool crystal rapids *** being burned like drift wood on an unmapped deserted beach And a vibe of comrodery between all in attendance Digital pixilated snapshots to save this moment for nostalgic posterity Beer pong seemed like an Olympic event Kings Flip cup Thumper Quarters I took no part for I was too far gone by that point I was a mere spectator I was more interested in the various airborne angels floating in the ozone of ecstasy I staggered up to each one individually trying to swipe a kiss or maybe even more “Hi” Kiss SMACK “Hi” Kiss SMACK “Hi” Kiss SMACK “Hi” Kiss Kiss back Whoa Who Was This? A familiar face A gaping hole of pleasant surprise opened on my face A look of false anger on hers appeared SMACK! We laughed and said hello then did a shot *** Then another And talked Our chuckles were reminiscent of an orchestral arrangement The mother of our seemingly invisible host stood up and herded the whole party into a unanimous silent yield “TEQUILA!” she shouted And the whole backyard of sweaty, out of it, ***** young faces cheered and tapped the thumping music back on and formed a line The bottles flew open like flimsy shutters during a maelstrom of wind Limes and salt were being passed around like ten cent ****** After the last drop of tequila was guzzled down the party seemed to be swaying to and fro And all of us had the same heavy eyed toothy smirk on us that says “yeah…I’m done” The glorious angel that I had plucked from the heavens and I wandered to the corner of the commotion and perched ourselves in a high tree and kissed And right below us two of our friends began to make indiscrete inebriated love to each other on a rusty swing set Nice But our passionate, fearless kiss blocked that out It was so pure and shameless Even though we both knew we were betraying the trust of our then insignificant others The sound of bachata The knocking of red solo cups   Ping pong ***** And the ******** sounding voices of those trying to locate them Were a loud soundtrack to our lustful voyage into each other’s comfort zone We talked for what seemed like hours about how we were attracted to each other for so long And how our relationships at the time left us unhappy and unfulfilled We had a mindful understanding of one another Neither of us had that before But all of a sudden The beer The *** The whiskey And the tequila All came back to say hello Then goodbye as they flushed themselves out of my system and into our host’s garden No one noticed So I continued to relieve myself on the tomatoes and basil The angel rubbed my back and let me go And when it was done She kissed me Then and there I knew she was mine And I was hers Nothing mattered Not my infinite bile projections Not my unfit partner Not my scarring past Just her Only her Right there Right then We walked back to the epicenter of the soiree to see people leaving to go make their own myths of ****** endeavors And the good friends sober enough to help their blacked out pals get home safely So, my friend and I bid our goodbyes and thank yous to our friends and our host and their family and wobbled home With a flaming heart and an empty stomach Also a bladder full of bad decisions that I unleashed upon a parked dump truck on my journey home back to my bed
#love#drunk#lust#party#fourthofjuly#gooddecision
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tommy-johnson
Colombian
Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 6:37 PM UTC
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