there's a certain majesty to the vulture, a much-maligned bird. i witnessed it firsthand and have taken appropriate notes to incorporate into my daily routine.
scene: cocktail party. action: hors d' ouevres. players: birds, nay vultures, of various colors, shapes, and sizes. do not let their majestic costumes deceive you for they are all of the same breed. it's survival of the fittest, nay the hungriest, baby. if you position yourself just right, you are king. one false misstep and you will find yourself picking at the pickings and quite hungry. note to self: strike first and strike hard! HOARD.
champagne is a delicious commodity. sweet sweet elixir. bubbly, cold, and dee-lish-us. but that last syllable is deceptive for it is not for US but for YOU or for ME if i am quick and strike without abandon.
and so i did. and i am fit. and i survive. with nibbles a plenty and many bubbles populating my lower stomach like tiny tickles.
ah, the cocktail party. long live the cocktail party and its cocks and multicolored tails. long may it rein in infinite splendor and free-dom.
cheers.
and nuts to you, ck1. nuts. to. you.
the fittest were able to score giant ... GIANT strawberries covered in sinfully delightful chocolate ... mhhhh ... oh, do i have any m&m's left? ....
ReplyDeleteI have hoarded all your nuts.
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