sat around turd day...

the oxford house.
that's the big, tasty, super-sexy, 5-star hottness.
the spot where we all went to snack up a little bit
and celebrate another 'nother year of sticking it to
the skin-laggers, d-baggers, sad-sacker slackers, and hangers-on.
the classy, splashy, fancy-fine fresh feasthall for the festival, an' that.
3 hours, neighbors.
that's the course by course casualty of a crucial exceptional meal.
yep.
the catch that always comes along with casual fine dining?
long waits.
it's all in the timing, kids.
but,
even though i can appreciate the pace of an excellent meal,
i'm a shark-gluttonous food inhaler.
a berserker barbarian battle-beast.
a wild F*n' animal.
and moreover,
i already hang out with my duders from around here
all flippin' day already.
all night, too?
c'mon.
the miso was totally worth it.
the sesame salad dressing?
holy sh!tballs, son!
that meal was off the hinges,
the co-workers were well-behaved,
and the tab was copped by the big boss lady.
wordimus prime, folks.
the best tasting meal is a free one.
fact.
and this one was one for the recordbooks.
i even had dessert- in the form of mint verbeena tea,
and a homemade blackberry sorbet.
schmancy fancypants sweets?!
put them in my facehole.
it's the kind of night that makes the scenic holiday hottness
seem all the more real.
just the way it's all really happening.
twinkling stars,
and icicle lights;
never quiet, never soft.....