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
