Saturday, February 7, 2009

To each her own?

Take 1

An open fire. Hot dogs and sausages to roast. S'mores - or just the chocolate. Ice cream and homemade deserts. Tye dyed shirts - and then tye-dyed people. Card Games. Wii. "Oral S- .... - urgery!" Sir Ulrich von Lichtenstein. Sir William Thatcher. "Hellen Keller always wins!" Michael Jackson and bleach - - - we can be ironic when we wanna be. 20-something friends dressed in black, crashing and leaving a pet mouse in their ninja-mysterious wake.

Take 2

An open fire. Every person in sight with a drink in hand. Every breeze a breath of stale alcohol. Unnecessary violence for unknown reasons. Boisterous talk of hypothetical sex-capades. Laughter. Cuddles. Lapses in memory and/or self. Sitting in the dark with good friends, listening to good music. Alcohol-induced petit mal siezures. Vomit. First-aid training first-hand.

Who is to be found wanting?

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