Spectacle

Spectacle I was not going to go to the party…at all. I had no plan for the night. I was okay with that. My friends would not let me alone. They made me dress, and come with them. I hated that, but it was nice I guess. I am not thick, just tired… and no longer feel the need to karaoke, or in my case…holler at strangers. The bar was dark and the people smelled…funny. I tried not to breath too deep. Not that I am picky, it is a reaction to small places. Nothing can be done at this point. The table was tall, and there were no seats? Why were there no seats? I guess we came to dance, so setting was not necessary. My dear friends, thought to remember plugs for their ears, extras for the audience that I might at least hum this evening. Yet, I ask, “did you bring blinders?” As now… I will dance. (one glass of wine)