01 October 2007

Let there be funk, and let it begin with me

Man, what I need is to have a house full of people dancing to some Parliment, the air redolent with marijuana smoke and a tumbler full of sweet red wine.

Also, a halter top.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

You are actually describing the After Party that occurred after my friend's wedding reception.In Stoughton. Ten years ago. Sigh.

The Dulcinea said...

I can supply the wine and the funk - let's have a party.

One thing I hate about 'getting old' and having kids to take care of is the lack of parties which results.

Sigh indeed.

Anonymous said...

You aren't familiar with the 'Cocktail Hour Playdate' ? I thought I was the rube from the sticks !

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/16818362/


Wait ,are asking me to score you some weed?

The Dulcinea said...

I don't have any friends with kids! It's not the same when you are a single parent drinking alone. Doesn't look good.

Friday nights are good for me, you game? Since people brought their kids to the last show I went to, I figure one day I can take mine down to Friday Happy Hour Gomeroke.

Not *just* weed, I need the place to smoke it (my building is non-smoking), and people to attend the party. But I can bring food, in addition to the funk.

You are still the rube from the sticks. The COOL rube.