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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