Thursday, January 22, 2009

Party at Mary's


The parties sure have changed since childhood
Hand-delivered neon cards reading, “You’re invited!”
Gone the way of loot bags and parental supervision
Now the parties start at ten p.m., not a.m.
And when people clamor around, act silly
Eventually pass out right there on the floor
It’s not just a sugar-high

Anticipation’s the same; some of the people are too
But my floral dress with the puffy sleeves
Seems somehow inappropriate now.

3 comments:

Dorkmaster Flek said...

The more things change, eh? :) Woooooooo party at Mary's!

Mary said...

I miss loot bags man... Cheap dollar store toys can provide hours of fun. Like those ball pipes we had for the original cousins weekend at the cottage.

Urban Folk said...

This made me laugh. I have the same sense sometimes, when I go to parties and get togethers -- I sometimes wonder what happened to the old days when it was all about slightly warm coke and bad movies and prepubescent hormonal insanity. It seems to evaporate so quickly. The great paradox of youth is that it's the last place you want to be when you're there and the only place you want to get back to later on.

...Also. You owned a puffy dress? Brilliant.