There are No Words.
My friends are amazing and insane.
Friday Night I was presented with a "funeral" mourning the death of my youth. Performed by the New Millennium Folks in all their nerdy glory.
highlights:
A eulogy featuring the "Consider Space" monologue from The Sure Thing, a poem written and performed in the style of Poe, and a visit from the "Future Me" revealing the things to come...and an Operatic performance of "Breakin the Law" by Judas priest.
After that, The Boyfriend presents me with a limo ride to the next phase of the birthday madness... a rented out club. Music all from my collection. Open Bar, food, and all my favorite people.
It was amazing.
Here's the Poem. It was that good.
By Jason Bone...
how are we to spend the hours
within these 'nighted neon bowers
revelling we, 'ere break the morn
of thirty years since you were born?
how on this day, this moment now present
to measure how the time has been spent
years span behind us with dreams still undone
where does the race lead with this much now run?
o' childhood flying like an unseen spectre
had i forgot to drink thy nectar
or hath the vine dried, now at an end
if it be what farewell shall we send?
Lament! I still want my mtv
my mat, my Gunnar, my Bananorama three!
make me to feel as on that first day
long, long ago in a galaxy far, far away
burning with youth like the flame-veiled moth
this renn-faire junkie and once-upon goth
with a jingle-bell shroom and a sip o' da soco
who you messin' wit', dontchu know i'm loco?
but time marches by the lessons are learned
step to the tee of gold, yer gonna get burned
she rocks to the beatles with tuna on toast
nancy sinatra's got no chance of a ghost
there be life here with no sign of fading
the nectar still flows, nay! never abating
the ole' frosted side still brings out the kid
hear this fates!! of her woobie, she'll never be rid
enter frylock and meatwad and master of shakes!
the griffins and an eye as queer as will take
with laughter not dimmed., oh no, not a wink
she's learned when to laugh as well as to think
armed with this all she faces the dawn
as old father time makes as if he would yawn
but never undone her time is still now
facing each day with a youthful ahhhpusssssowwwwww!!!!!
My friends and family rock my world.
Muthafuckin' Cheers Dude!
Friday Night I was presented with a "funeral" mourning the death of my youth. Performed by the New Millennium Folks in all their nerdy glory.
highlights:
A eulogy featuring the "Consider Space" monologue from The Sure Thing, a poem written and performed in the style of Poe, and a visit from the "Future Me" revealing the things to come...and an Operatic performance of "Breakin the Law" by Judas priest.
After that, The Boyfriend presents me with a limo ride to the next phase of the birthday madness... a rented out club. Music all from my collection. Open Bar, food, and all my favorite people.
It was amazing.
Here's the Poem. It was that good.
By Jason Bone...
how are we to spend the hours
within these 'nighted neon bowers
revelling we, 'ere break the morn
of thirty years since you were born?
how on this day, this moment now present
to measure how the time has been spent
years span behind us with dreams still undone
where does the race lead with this much now run?
o' childhood flying like an unseen spectre
had i forgot to drink thy nectar
or hath the vine dried, now at an end
if it be what farewell shall we send?
Lament! I still want my mtv
my mat, my Gunnar, my Bananorama three!
make me to feel as on that first day
long, long ago in a galaxy far, far away
burning with youth like the flame-veiled moth
this renn-faire junkie and once-upon goth
with a jingle-bell shroom and a sip o' da soco
who you messin' wit', dontchu know i'm loco?
but time marches by the lessons are learned
step to the tee of gold, yer gonna get burned
she rocks to the beatles with tuna on toast
nancy sinatra's got no chance of a ghost
there be life here with no sign of fading
the nectar still flows, nay! never abating
the ole' frosted side still brings out the kid
hear this fates!! of her woobie, she'll never be rid
enter frylock and meatwad and master of shakes!
the griffins and an eye as queer as will take
with laughter not dimmed., oh no, not a wink
she's learned when to laugh as well as to think
armed with this all she faces the dawn
as old father time makes as if he would yawn
but never undone her time is still now
facing each day with a youthful ahhhpusssssowwwwww!!!!!
My friends and family rock my world.
Muthafuckin' Cheers Dude!
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