You never realize that your life is different than the predominant suburban family until you have guests.  My daughter had a bonfire last night.

A fun one.

Not a clean-up-after-Irma-crying-and-wringing-of-hands-before-the-next-hurricane-hits-kind of bonfire.

There were S’mores, multi-flavored Doritos, donuts(?), nachos, pizza, Twinkies (now that’s a good Hostess), sodas, and alcoholic beverages (but no MoonPies)……………….

I learned about fish-bowls…………………..

Over the last few years, I’ve learned so much about fish bowls and what (and how many) fish will fit in what bowl and/or tank (my daughter and her friends work at a big chain pet store).  I have known about Fysh-Food-Flavor Ice Cream (always a good choice).  But a fish bowl like this one(?)————no fish would survive in this stuff……………..in a nutshell it appears to be a colorful Long Island Iced Tea with some food groups tossed in for good measure and gummy/aquatic candies stuck on the side…………………..for an under-the-sea-kind-of-ambiance.

I asked my daughter how the Swedish Fish stuck on the side through out the filling process?……………….She said you have to spit on them first(?)……………..

That’s my girl!

It is what I would call a double-barreled drink with a guaranteed hang-over………….

Everyone is still sleeping.  I had car keys safely hidden in Patrice’s pockets………..I woke up this morning to human limbs dangling off of couches and loveseats—–(fortunately the limbs were still attached to their human’s bodies).  I guess the party may have had something to do with another “end-of-the-world” date………………..in some respects it was a success…………..

Don’t get me wrong.  I’m a dramatic Armageddon-ist, or Apocalypse-er. Definitely a Prepper.  I’d have an underground bunker if it didn’t keep filling up with water here on this sand-spit they call Florida.  I can sling worry and mayhem with the best of them.  But for some reason I just didn’t buy into this particular date……………………………..maybe tomorrow………………………or in a month………………….but probably when we least expect it, and when I’ve run out of peanut butter (forget the dried beans—I’m not doing that again—nasty buggers)-(see “Counting Cans” post/published June 6, 2017)

But this fish bowl thing.  I think it could cause the Armageddon of digestive-tract-issues!!!  I’m including a photo of this fish tank, as it appears, the next morning………………….I sniffed it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  My eyes are still tearing…………….who would think that alcohol-soaked gummy octopi would look so creepy the next morning?  They are all swollen and transparent-gelatinous, goopy, bloated-looking bugs.

I also sniffed my bathroom (the one that’s partially torn apart without a bath tub in it yet).  There’s a fruity yet stringent/alcoholly vomitus smell in it……………………..I’m glad I scrubbed it for the patrons……………………….(am I?).

I didn’t partake last night.  That’s because I have “partook” plenty of times in the past, and the middle-past, and recent-past.  Just not last night………………………………..I am savoring the uncomplicated, non-compromised, morning after……………………….just Patrice & me & my fun little concoction of Luzianne, Red Rose, & generic Green Tea & stevia……….Ugh, now I’m wishing a took a dive into the fish tank.  That sounds both healthy & disgusting……………..

One of the revelers had to get up and go to work from here this AM. Poor thing……………..Patrice willingly belched up his keys having done her job valiantly both pseudo-maternally and as resident-party-pooper.

My philosophy is a little bit of over-imbibing is a good thing.  It keeps the worms in your stomach and intestines on their toes.

They are starting to wake up now………………not a pretty site.  I’m now reliving and witnessing videos and photos of the outdoor shenanigans…………………..apparently one partier (today’s early-morning worker) was up in our Mulberry tree (?) last night…………….until he fell out.  And there are photos circulating of band-aides on subsequent abrasions—————-Queen Elsa & Nemo.  (I do have regular band-aides, but I guess he wasn’t in an “in charge” enough state to protest Disney Princesses.)

And apparently Bell (the gigantic, all-black, invisible at night, Percheron mare) made an appearance (she’s in the front yard for some added TLC)-(and the bonfire was in the front yard).  Suburban partiers got the surprise of their life when they turned around to see the luminous, red eyes of a really, really, big, black horse glowing in the bonfire…………………………..RIGHT behind them.

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We are offering greasy, fried donuts for breakfast this AM.

Gee, they don’t look like they are easily palatable.  What a shame.  Too bad…………….

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