New Year's Eve 2010

12am rings a bell and we sit
toast
laugh
sing
and smoke.
Dance, laugh, throw up our hands at last year's absurdity.

Names like Cupcake, Cookiepants and plaid plaid Chone.
There 's a Turtle, a Ghostbuster and a boxer in the house,
I want the ginger and the cherry and I'm not the only one,
in creeps Angela like a sexy little mouse.
Laurie likes it and the Duke: diamond congratulations to your new life as a spouse.

There is a Case in the place banging bongos and we sing,
Kareoke-ing our way into bigger brighter things.
2 new friends from the A to the J,
a sneeze from Mac like cheese,
and in strolls Jose B?
...later maybe.

When 12 strikes struck
fill up our cups
balls drop
people kiss
grab hugs
and eat pepperoni on Bizkits.

Friends are what saves this season
from instability and tears that threaten stealing our reason.
Don't question it or second guess it,
or even wonder who why when.
All you need on this eve
are the people sitting here beside you.
friends
drinks
dance
don't think
just shake that ass.
Sing your hearts out like you just can't give a fuck.
What's the worst,
trust me it's release... it doesn't always hurt.

Toast your girl and dance with your man
if that isn't happening just take pics with the fam.
Think talk write sing,
do whatever you do...
No Worries New year's Eve,
We will see it all on You Tube.

"Just rinse 'em out. We don't need no soap."
                                               -SC
"Don't even rinse mine. Just pour it in."
                                               -AF