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    dots Submission Name: Night of the Jell-O shotsdots

    Author: Rue
    ASL Info:    16/F/the dark side
    Elite Ratio:    4.54 - 244/182/44
    Words: 464
    Class/Type: Poetry/Friendship
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       Katie and me, being crazy one summer so very long ago... not really that long ago, actually. Heh. But right, it's long so I probably won't get many comments, but I think it's worth the read.

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    dotsNight of the Jell-O shotsdots

    There was a flash of light
    The smoke wasnít anywhere near cleared
    I sat alone at 8am
    Watching the fog disappear.

    And then I realized
    With a genuine smile
    That I somehow could recall
    The Night of the Jell-O shots.

    It didnít start off that way
    Oh know it did not.
    Our day started at 7pm
    Oh it started, with pot.

    We did something my peers like to call
    "Waking and baking"
    And when short became tall
    Our throats were aching.

    Man, around midnight
    We had an expected vis-I-tor,
    He was golden and hard,
    He was Mr. Cue-R-vo.

    But we took his advice with Mr. Grain-of-salt,
    Each and every of the times,
    Though he was charming,
    Katie and I sucked Mr. limes.

    Then I remembered the Rum
    And the coke
    Not the powder dear bum,
    The fizzy stuff, dear bloke.

    So we split that rum and coke,
    And made our way downstairs,
    I took another toke,
    Parents asleep, along with my cares.

    We set up the shot glasses,
    Poured in the juice of Russia,
    Viridity unquestioned,
    We set them in ze freege.

    We joked around the entire time,
    Anxious for the taste of lime,
    With the bug spray aftertaste,
    And our minds astronomically spaced.

    So we waited and laughed,
    And finally the hours passed,
    And we pulled from the fridge the first shot glass,
    Shimmering, toxic green with wiggling intestine.

    They wouldn't come out,
    I laughed, we'd messed up,
    But for not a second did we pout,
    As we had spoons, and it was yum.

    We turned up the music as loud as we dared,
    And the grass outside was nice and cool,
    For our dignity none was to spare,
    And neither believed, either a fool.

    I ran around, loving the wind,
    And she performed Shakespeare,
    The complete works of,

    And then in reverse,
    Which made me laugh even harder,
    Then I shushed us, I uttered a curse,
    I thought I heard us being a helluva lot louder.

    But it was Mr. Cuervo,
    Dancing away,
    With the Jolly Green Giant
    And Ms. Mary Jay.

    And after cleaning the kitchen a bit,
    We were quiet going up the stairs,
    And managed to get even more lit,
    By my offering another hit.

    And so we passed out at 4am,
    And woke the next evening foggy but fine,
    The Night of the Jell-O shots,
    Had fled from all of the mind.

    But this morning,
    After staying up past four,
    I tip to you my bowl,
    And smoke a wee bit more.

    For this story I have told you,
    This story of fun glee,
    The Night of the Jell-O shots,
    Is between you and me.

    Submitted on 2005-08-15 00:55:34     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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    ||| Comments |||
      This is so freaky. I have read a few of your poems and finally decided to comment. It's like you've read my memories and relived my old life. Like you are living the days I have disregaurded and doing a better job at writting about them becausw well, let's face it you are probably not too far gone ...yet. I miss the days of pot and jello shots, just take it easy there killer. Everything is cool until you get into the hard [censored]. And I don't means acid or anything fun and psychedelic like that either, as far as that's concerned let the world be your buffet. But steer clear of the man made synthedic [censored] or else you will become as sh*tty a writer as I am. Oh, yeah and you loose your tolerance for the good stuff too. You can't hold down liquor and pot makes you paranoid when you're into the heavy [censored]. So keep it light and have fun, ps. your poetry rocks for a highschool chick! Peace
    | Posted on 2006-03-15 00:00:00 | by dawnschild | [ Reply to This ]
      haha there should be a sequel to this ...chokin on the green sippin on gin n everything always a fun time with your friends when your high its like you laugh for no reason in this world lol i have a friend that gets paranoid when he smoke its funny as hell the jello shot things r really good to i remember lots and lots of nights sittin with the tequila bottle with 3 limes next to me and jus taking jello shots for the hell of it...the more the merrier of course i loved this piece it reminded me of the good times everyone use to have every weekend its a nice pick me up especially after a wake and bake session i just ended lol keep writing and i will keep reading trust me
    | Posted on 2005-09-16 00:00:00 | by wallya20 | [ Reply to This ]
      Wow a bit out of my field. I quess I am to straight. But sounded like a fun time. I like the format of your writing. Keep up the good work.
    | Posted on 2005-08-31 00:00:00 | by Poetic Cure | [ Reply to This ]
      Youth will enjoy their horn of plenty then when age shows his face we will go to bed early but only remember the nights of that blur into sunlight and the love we felt and the mornings after when the world shook and our bodies ached to be put to rest. A story told in many different volumes but always the same path just different adventures.

    Semper Fidelis,
    | Posted on 2005-08-15 00:00:00 | by Soulraven | [ Reply to This ]
      those nights truly are the best. i remember when i used to "wake and bake"... ahhh those were the days. but being in the military now hinders that lil pastime, huh? (wink) but cherish your days of carefree frolicking, because, alas, they end all too soon...
    | Posted on 2005-08-15 00:00:00 | by prettygrnEyes | [ Reply to This ]
      WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! I loved that night. you rawk angipie. That was such a funly time. twas tres uber brill. Whee!

    more words. lalalalalala. Lala. Lalalala.
    | Posted on 2005-08-15 00:00:00 | by Crow | [ Reply to This ]
      hey this put a great big grin o my face as i read more and more you took a common concept and poetically embroidered it brilliantly
    Well done you
    | Posted on 2005-08-24 00:00:00 | by hammyj | [ Reply to This ]

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