Friday Night Lites Poem by anais vionet
Friday Night Lites
It's Friday night and a group of us, the ‘university summer fellows' (Quinn, Jammie, Monique, Lisa and I) are going groovin'. Quinn, a Harvard man (we've shed our jaundiced opinions of him) , assured us he knows the Boston bar scene. We're going to test that.
We told him we wanted to sway to whimsical beats and chase vivid, neon lights across dance floors, like a bunch of cats - till the hours get wee. His plan is for us to pop-in the "touristy" places, like ‘the Havana Club', ‘the Manray club', ‘Garage Boston' and ‘The Grand', we're so 111. As usual, Charles is our party mom, escort and driver.
When Peter and I were in Saint-Tropez, earlier this summer, there were beach clothes - dresses, skirts and mens shirts - where they'd woven micro-LEDs into the flowered, dry-wick, fabrics. I think the effect is amazing, friday, and joyous. I got two skirts for everyone (all of my roommates) . Tonight Lisa and I are wearing a couple of them.
Funny. I've mentioned it before, but Lisa‘s an audrey. Her school friends and roommates are all used to it, we've been exposed, we have built up immunity. But Quinn's a newbie, when Lisa came into the living room, LED glittered and lookin-right, he was literally stunned. He froze, for a microsecond, his face went blank and his fingers wiggled, as if disconnected from his overloaded central nervous system.
"OMG! Jammie said, having just turned around, "holla at ya brooke! , " he declared, shaking his head in admiration. "Umm mmm, " he added.
"I'm sure." Lisa said, starting to transfer things from her everyday bag to her glittery clutch, the girl cannot accept a compliment. Quinn, coming out of it, cleared his throat.
We're ready. Let Friday night begin!
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Webster: Jaundiced = "influenced by feelings of distaste, or hostility."
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slang..
pop-in = drop in, visit
audrey = an absolutely stunning girl
lookin-right = dolled-up, dressed to the nines
111 = excited
party mom = the sober person on a bar hop or party.
friday = fun, fun, fun
holla at ya = respect
brooke = beautiful
OMG! Jammie said, having just turned around, 'holla at ya brooke! , ' he declared, shaking his head in admiration.
'OMG! Jammie said, having just turned around, 'holla at ya brooke! , ' he declared, shaking his head in admiration.
HOW does 'holla at ya = respect' make sense in Jammie's sentence? ? ? I 'don't see it'. But I do see how 'brooke' fits, assuming Lisa IS an audrey. (cont.)
Friday Night for you may be fun filled night but for those who are fighting in war they fear for life. Good poem.
Hilarious evening spent with pals dancing and reveling in life, casting aside the burden of academia, is something that I perceive in your verse. Nice lighthearted poem.5****
Amazingly told, seriously worded, Magnificent Friday Night Lites. I have enormously enjoyed reading this story-poem. Bravo!
....Screw you, PH, for stealing my comment-in-progress! Or...was it my fault? ? I was saying...'how will you youngsters, when you are doctors, lawyers, and whatever communicate with 'oldsters' like me? ? ? I guess you can manage it. bri : )
Gee, Golly, etc., the use of these NEW-to-me slang words is beginning to 'unhinge' my noggin aka slang for head. How will 'oldstersa.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Fun stuff, for sure, Anais. Give us more!