ode to my drinking buddies

Must we always laugh, I would like to

Ask you. Dear friends, you are sunshine

Rays on this night of merriment; I melt and you

Keep the rest of us in the mood for more.

Just as we down brew after brew, we find

Ourselves

Loose and ready for the world. We know no

End, for the night

Is young and so are we; for the

Best part of the night is when we realize the

Eagerness of our youth: how we long for the

Right times and the right lives, coupled with

The right people. And

Now that we think of it, youth

Is almost a funny thing that we laugh and drink some more,

Never mind the stares of them

Other customers and La Tienda cashier.

Must we always build each other up, I ask you who

Expertly guns our rum and Coke, and beer.

We (or maybe just I) seek answers and the looks on your faces say yes.

Pulutan of chips and cookies—cookies, for Britney’s sake!— have

Run out, and we decide to buy no more. Rest assured

Every drop counted; our jovial night out is drawing to a close.

Mine is this night of living,

As well as memories you have shared. I foretell a

Retrospection in the morning—a new perspective at

Staying alive.