Lets all strive
To stay alive
Do a deep dive
Fight to survive
We shall thrive
Take a short drive
We can stop at five
Then we arrive
At Happy Hour
Stay alive until five
Category: partying
Wine cooler party raves
He put a few bottles in the wine cooler
As soon as he shut the door they started talking
Who is that new chardonnay in he white section?
Rumor has it there is a new burgundy with the reds
The white section decided to party
The reds looked on bemused
Prosecco’s popped open and fizzed
Somebody played music
Eventually the reds joined in
A Beaujolais nouveaux popped his cork
And climbed up into the whites section
The party was in full swing
A few white ladies climbed down to join the reds
The wine cooler was rocking and clinking
A couple of reds opened and started to share
They were all dancing ad jumping around happily
Then a red tipped over and pushed the door open
He spilled red wine all over the floor
Everybody froze in horror
The music stopped abruptly
What are we going to go cried the chardonnay
Cabernet took control of the wine cooler
Pushing the scantily clad white ladies back upstairs
Commanding everybody to lie flat and still
The owner’s pet dog approached sniffing
He started to lap up the spilled wine
The owner came to investigate the commotion
Blame was immediately placed on the dog
All the white wines started to giggle
The dog returned later and opened the door
Before peeing all over the wine bottles
That put a damper on the wine cooler party raves
Cruising and boozing
We went cruising
It was mostly boozing
In-between oversize meals
We forgot how abstinence feels
Its just one big floating party
With people dressed so smartly
Headphones for silent disco dancing
Alcoholic fueled inhibitions lost prancing
Followed by top deck late night clubbing
Middle aged awkward toe stubbing
Next morning was remarkably quiet
In contrast to last night’s riot
Most folks slept late in their beds
Waking up with very sore heads
Faded memories and partying amnesia
Embarrassingly rediscovered on social media
Music City
Nashville trip
Music city
Noisy bars
Honky tonk
Country music
Cowboy boots
Big hats
Martin’s BBQ
Beers flowing
Bachelorette parties
Happy people
Endless nights
Hangover mornings
Partying over half a century
partying at home has changed so much over the years
when I was young it was very different
we spent days back then preparing for a party
we made sandwiches and snacks
the men mostly drank bottled beers or neat scotch
the ladies drank sherry or port
apart from that crazy aunty who hugged the gin bottle
kids drank lemonade and beer shandies
music was either from scratchy old 78 gramophone records
or a group singalong with my dad playing the accordion
family parties always started out jolly and happy
they always ended with somebody crying after an alcohol fueled family argument
a few kind souls always stayed up late to clear up the mess
hangovers seemed to last forever back then
its so much different half a century later
now we spend a lot of time preparing for the party
we buy prepared food or have the party catered
modern men drink low carb light beers from cans
then they switch to shots of vodka or tequila
ladies now drink low carb silly water called Truly or High Noon
but there its always one person who hits the cocktails hard
today’s kids are supposedly not allowed to drink at all
we all know they sneak something unnoticed
music is streamed from Spotify on our Sonos sound system
nobody plays an instrument or leads the group singalong anymore
parties today always start out jolly and happy
they end with somebody crying after an alcohol fueled family argument
a few kind souls stay up late to help clear up the mess
hangovers last forever these days
come to think of it, nothing has really changed that much
alcohol induced fun with family and friends is still the same way to party
its just packaged differently
Friday
I do love Fridays
The end of the week
The weekend starts soon
Great for a date night
You can stay up really late on Fridays
No early morning commute the next day
Nothing seems so bad on a Friday
People are always happier
Friday is a long way from last Monday
Next Monday is buffered by the weekend
Nobody gets Friday morning blues
The day seems to go faster
Friday is a great planning day
Dream about your weekend adventures
Book your next vacation
Set your goals for next week
It rains less on Fridays
Compared to wet dreary Mondays
The sun comes out to practice
For your warm sun filled weekend
Nobody pays bills on a Friday
Spend your money on yourself
Buy a new outfit for the weekend
Amazon sales spike on black Friday
Never start a diet on a Friday
Stock up on beer and wine
Eat yourself silly through the weekend
Make the diet wait until Monday
I retired from full time work eight years ago
So in reality every day is the same for me
But I still look forward to the weekend
Friday will always be a special day
Haiku Short Story
Once upon a time
There was a girl called Karen
She liked to party
the homeless Spring Breaker
Early evening was alive with Spring Breakers
Strolling along the busy crowded streets
Sunset heralds their waking hour
Partying will continue until the break of dawn
Fueled by cheap booze and the plentiful supply of illegal street drugs
Groups of young women emerged from hotels
Wearing the standard uniform of brightly colored skimpy tops
Large expanses of bare flesh and glitter from head to toe
Wobbling along in ridiculously high heels
Clutching tiny purses with hands glued to oversize phones
Doing their best to impersonate a hooker convention
Fancy cars rolled by blasting loud music
An open top Ferrari roared up to a red light
Blipping his throbbing engine to signal his intentions
The adjacent muscle car accepted the challenge
Revving his engine in answer to the call for arms
Amid alternating bursts of screaming combustion engines
Pedestrians started running in the cross walk in fear of being run over
The green light initiated the start of a drag race
Tires screeched as white smoke filled the wheel wells
The short race was rudely interrupted by the next red light
A repeat performance ensued
Unfazed Spring Breakers ignored the automobile madness
Too busy instagraming their selfies into virtual reality
A homeless man crossed the street between the million dollar cars
His long gray hair mingled with a wild unkempt beard
Both hands tightly gripping the handle of his overloaded shopping cart
Piled high with all his worldly possessions
His cardboard bedding material precariously balanced on top
Heading to his rent free open air dormitory
For another night under the stars in the waterfront park
His cart plowed a furrow through the Spring Breakers
They briefly parted to give him a path though
His eyes never wandered over the open sea of young flesh alongside him him
He came here as a Spring Breaker twenty years ago but never escaped
What does your lady drink?
If you want it to stay purely platonic
Pour her a small Gin and Tonic
You will always have something to say
To a girl who drinks many pints of IPA
After you pour her third Malt Whisky
Things can get quite frisky
If she loves expensive Champagne with bubbles
It could just be the start of your financial troubles
She is guaranteed to be naughty but nice
If she sips Dirty Martinis with no ice
Sipping a Pimm’s and Lemonade by the pool
Is a sure sign that she is super cool
Stay clear of girls who down Malibu and Cokes
They will never laugh at your witty jokes
She said the fourth Vodka shot was the best she ever tasted
But after three more she will be totally wasted
A Margarita girl just wants to party all night
She will still be drinking when you turn out the light
Its probably best to just stay clear
Of those sassy ladies who only drink sangria
The Hard Seltzer drinking girls are always too thin
Spending all their spare time in the gym
Beware of women who drink nothing but Bloody Mary
If they get mad at you it can be ever so scary
When you meet a lady who adores fine Wine
She could well be your ever loving Valentine
The final final final final drink of the evening
We checked into our Key West hotel
A cute Victorian building
Chickens in the front yard
Sloping floors and flaking paint
Overloaded with tchotchke
Hand written no smoking signs
If only those walls could speak
We sat on the small balcony drinking cocktails
Watching the people walking below
Casually dressed tourists clutching their adult beverages
People come here to party and it never stops
We decided to walk over to Duval street
Carrying our drinks like a badge of honor
We melted into the crowds
Most of the shops offering touristy memorabilia
Pausing to laugh at the rude T shirts slogans
An overweight drag queen beckoned us to watch a show
Loud music was billowing from the bar inside
We were far too sober for that type of entertainment
Golf carts full of drunks rolled along the street
They were all happy drunks
We found a nice place for dinner
Our table was on a second floor balcony
A fabulous meal was served
The drinks continued to flow
It was after eleven when we finished eating
We ordered a final drink
The crowds below were thinning out
Stopping at Vinos wine bar for a final final drink
We reflected on a fun day and evening
Speculating on how much will will remember tomorrow
Before leaving we ordered a final final final drink
Eventually rolling into Mr Z’s late night pizza place
A greasy slice was soon nestling in our boozy stomachs
Minutes later we were back at the hotel
Pouring a final final final final glass of whisky
We slept soundly that night
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