So, for the past past 3 years at the bus-stop in the morning I’ve seen a woman, probably in her mid-40’s, in a black 4 Runner with spiky blonde hair pass us and go around the corner. At 6:45 in the morning everyday this woman has passed me, waved, gone on her merry way as we wait for the bus. No big.
Last Friday we were waiting for the bus as usual when something out of the norm happened. Blondie in the 4 Runner comes practically flying down the street, music blaring. There usually isn’t music. As she approached I notice the song — “Fight For Your Right (to Party)” by the Beastie Boys.
Now, if you’re in your 40’s I don’t think you have to fight for your right to party anymore. I believe you can just party whenever you feel like it, pretty much. Maybe you can’t party just anywhere anytime, but certainly you have the right to do so. No one would stop you. I’m not much of a partier, never have been. A lot of the time I’m not sure I even like people. And I hate owls, they’re just creepy. Anypoodle, never have I said to myself, “Self, I wish I could party tonight, but thanks to our society I’ll have to fight for my right to party.” Never happened.
Tonight I’m going to have a private party. Sorry you didn’t get the invite, I didn’t send any. I’m going to put the kids to bed, then I’ll be partying with my remote watching the season premier of Boston Legal with a glass of tea and if I get crazy, maybe I’ll have a bowl of Cocoa Pebbles and I might even drink the milk. Yeah, I know, it might get wild, that’s just to get the night started, baby. After the Cocoa Pebbles I’ll probably get on Facebook, challenge Mandy to a game of Scramble, and after that while I’m hopped up on sugar I’ll answer my emails and set the kids’ clothes out for school tomorrow. Maybe I’ll even order Molly and Katie’s raincoats from Landsend.com! Hey, I warned you it might get wild up in here.
Thank goodness our forefathers, the Beastie Boys, fought for our right to party, so we can party freely today.
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