saturday night

There was a crazy,

sixties feel to the place

Dick Dale in the background

wailing on his surf guitar

the smell of scented candles

filling the air.

 

A few uptight girls

sat in the living room

basking in the artificial glow

of a pair of loony lava lamps

drinking their wine in plastic cups

whispering gossip

giggling the night away

 

I was standing

in the kitchen

talking with the cool people

about the events of the day

when the fire alarm went off.

 

Spurred by adventure

We grabbed another stout

and headed outside

to wait for the fire trucks.

 

It turned out to be a false alarm

so

 

we went back inside

opened another beer

smoked another joint

told a few more lies.

 

It was the best party

we’d had in years.

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