The Introvert At The Christmas Party

My God, it’s loud in there.
She’ll be here soon and we’ll go in…

How long, I wonder, will she want to stay?
They must have spent ten thousand dollars on this place!

Oh look, I got three more “likes”…
I wonder how cold it’s supposed to get tonight?

Hey, there, sweetheart. Coats go over here.
I’ll tip her, I brought cash. Your hands are cold.

The Who’s? They own a funeral parlor. Got it.
Oh… he has cancer. How long? (He looks good…)

My gosh it’s loud in here. Say that again. What?!
There’s hardly room to squeeze through there. Let’s go around.

I think there’s someone I know over there.
He doesn’t remember me. Of course.

I’m not sure we’ll be able to find a place to sit.
Hello… hello… it’s nice to meet you… hello

Yes, Owen, that’s right. O-W-E-N. Um, fourteen years.
No, I’m not from here, I came from Florida. Twenty years.

What’s that? Who? No, I don’t remember them. The movies?
How long ago? (Excuse me. Is this the line?) What happened to them?

Divorces are ugly, that much I know. She does what now? (Hello.
I’m Owen. Yes, I’m with her.) The band is really loud. I know, they are good.

[- TWO HOURS LATER -]

Ah, home.
You want to chill a whie? Fine with me.
ZZZZZzzzzzzz…

Have Some Wine

Have some wine, my friend. It’s good:
It might make you happy –
Just don’t drink so much that you
Go and get all sappy

Watch out for that dark-haired guy,
He’s your kind of cute:
I think that he’s trouble, though,
And engaged to boot

Have some wine, and so will I.
We’re both in our prime:
Friends who have each other’s backs
Having a
Good time

It isn’t such a mystery
Unequalled throughout history
To think of a fraternity
In light of all eternity

There is no good there is no bad
There’s only more fun to be had
There’s only friends and pranks and spoofs
Ten axioms and 90 proofs

So get the music playing
Let’s get started right away
Her comes Friday’s daughter
And she doesn’t go halfway

She’s in her white convertible
Hair flying in the breeze
And she can be with anyone
Whoever she might please

She’s the favorite perfume
Of about a thousand guys
But although they might catch her scent
They’re starstruck otherwise

For Friday’s daughter knows the town
The scene, the lights, the noise
With all the men she meets becoming
Just so many boys