the party

we were having
an end of
the world party.
balloons,
noise makers,
cow bells,
someone brought
a drum and a
golden trumpet.
there was
champagne and
wine, not the
boxed kind
either, but
those bottles
with corks.
yes, nothing but
the best, and
shrimp cocktail
and lobsters,
never frozen,
but flown in
fresh from maine.
someone made a
fabulous eight layer
mexican dip,
with tortilla chips.
and we were up
all night,
singing, dancing,
some of us
drifting off into
other rooms
and coming back
out again. we stared
at the stars,
waiting, waiting,
until morning came
and nothing
happened, and as
everyone grabbed
their coats
to leave, we all
agreed that we
should live
our lives like
this all the time,
as if it could
happen, the end
of the world thing.