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Saturday, October 4, 2008

Post is Prologue


The word "party" is a minefield. It can never be used as a verb, unless the usage is ironic, condescending or disapproving. Any time anyone says they're going to be "partying," what they're really saying is "stay away, unless you get off on some real depressing shit."

Also, adults of a certain age and mindset use it in troubling ways. They throw words like "dinner" and "tupperware" in front of it, which confuses the purpose of what we mean when we say the word party. Really, there are a very limited number of words that should ever proceed party: birthday, anniversary, wedding, drug, hooker, wild, frat, private and a couple others.

But how about "going away"? Should there be going away parties? Perhaps we should we call them something other than parties. Maybe frivolous dirges. Corpseless Funerals. Proper sendoffs. Bon voyagers. Long Goodbyes. Fuck you and the horse you rode in ons. Good Ri-Dances.

Eh, I guess it doesn't matter.

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