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If You Are Spending Memorial Day Alone
Too early even for the convertibles to be lining up.
…don’t feel bad. Just remember a past good one. I remember a party rife with Vermont nutters.
This photo of the parade route I took before work when I was feeling sorry for myself. But then, I rather enjoyed the holiday alone after work, much as I’d like to have cheered on the vets.
I hope yours was a good parade, a good party, a good potato salad, and a good trip to the cemetery. Don’t forget to sing.
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It’s Not a Memorial Day Party without…
Ball of Floam®
– Someone making a bad drink out of desperation (today, a Red Wine Spritzer)
– Mischievous children pulling a fast one on the adults (the kids were playing Floamball, in which the ball breaks apart upon impact with the bat, and an ungovernable free-for-all ensues. Between innings, the kids secretly made “cookies” out of the Floam and placed them on the buffet until, yes, an adult tried one. Her gastronomic report? “Tastes like plastic.” In fairness, they looked delectable and the Floamball “diamond” was far enough away that we didn’t know what Floam* looks like up close.)
“Cookies”
BYO rodent.
*a mixture of borax, glue, dyes, and polystyrene beads that resemble nonpareils sprinkles.
Remember, if it exists in the world, it exists in nail polish.
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