How not to party.
My friend Jared was nice enough to invite me to his Christmas / friend's birthday party over the weekend, unfortunately that was also the same night as the Excellent Plastic Ono cover band and the Greg Davis curated night of avant spectacular. Needless to say, it was a busy night. To top it off, Jared lives in Stowe.
But like good friends JB and I piled into my truck around 9:30 and hit the road. If only i had known what was in store i wouldn't have made the effort. Sorry Jared, no offense. I'll sum it up, Asshole, Pabst blue ribbon, dudes, Sublime, ironic holiday sweaters. When i walked in i got props for my selection, unfortunately , as i informed them - it was what i normally wear. Awkward.
It's not that I'm above all those things, i feel like i have to apologize for some reason, - I'm a fan of cheap beer, stupid card games, and nostalgic tunes. But that night, i guess, after having been emotionally tuned in by beautiful and passionately covered Lennon tunes, and intellectually turned on by the events at Kriya, i was in the mood for something a little more... substantial.
Yes, those are empty beercans decorating the tree.
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Are those people pissing into the fire?
Did that acoustic guitar perched on the mantle get some action? "I've got a dalmation, I can still get high..."
Did that acoustic guitar perched on the mantle get some action? "I've got a dalmation, I can still get high..."
molly, i wish. they were just drunkenly stoking the fire / hitting on each other.
Wow. So glad I opted out of that one...
Cheap beer piss hitting fire does not smell good. I don't think you really wish that.
after a bit more thought on the matter, this post should probably read not "How not to Party"
but rather,
"How to not Party"
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