A Night to Remember...if only I could

The date had been earmarked in my iPhone calendar for months - May 17th. A perfect storm of causes for celebration collided, bringing together an array of individuals unified by one common goal...to meet new folks, let your hair down, and party the night away (well I guess that makes three but who's really counting?!?)



The night started off like many other parties I've been to before... Meet some new people (sometimes for the second time)... Get a few drinks in you and next thing you know you're discussing the benefits and drawbacks of crack addiction...

You can't help but acknowledge that you heart those who heart new york...

Next, you're overcome with this feeling that there aren't enough strangers at this party for you to become acquainted with. So you try on your Uninvited Guest hat and travel a few houses down the street, where another fiesta is popping off. While there, you pocket some cans of PBR and marvel at the marine ecosystem being projected onto the back of the house. Being ever careful to not overstay your welcome, you quickly stumble back to the original crime scene...

Upon your return you suddenly

find yourself in another dimension

a dimension where party-goers have no qualms
taking huge bites out of over-sized onions...

You meet an iPhone Goddess
Get a crash course on hacking

Things that were previously crystal clear
begin to seem a little fuzzy

and compositions like this
make perfect sense at the time
but later transform into challenging puzzles
for a sober mind

Unfortunately, this is the part of the night where my phone went off on it's own, apparently unhappy with the lowly connotations of wingman status. And here I thought it liked being the designated memory recorder. If I had sooner realized it wanted numbers to call it's own, I would've hooked it up with some of the cute phones I saw chilling at the party.

According to eyeball witness accounts
you lead the charge to down shots
of Coconut Lemongrass Saki
You sincerely wish you could remember
how good it was...

Much more happened as the night progressed
(only some of which I can personally attest to)
but under the advice of my lawyer
I plead the fizzifth...

until next time ladies and germs

mind your p’s…save the q’s for later

Pops’ persistently preached: practice produces perfection (per se) and proper planning probably prevents piss-poor performance.

Paulo prefers proactive poetry over procrastinating prose - like a petty porpoise with a pretty purpose.

Parallel parking players privately procure promiscuous prostitutes’ pleasure with pornographic paraphernalia purchased from playboy and penthouse. Prudent protégés passionately prepare popular pool parties.

Positively, poverty painfully punishes parents while prisons prohibit peaceful progress with powerful public propaganda. Police protocol properly protects their partners and prosecutes provocative pacifists. Pathetic!

Polaroid pictures prove perception is a priority, like protecting puny puppies from putrid predators with problematic personalities. Proposing at the prom is a parody of pulling punches.

Professors pontificate: my present post’s pattern is a perfect Pulitzer-Prize prototype. Phenomenally.

Peace.

Currently listening :
Triple P
By Platinum Pied Pipers
Release date: May 10, 2005