my new 3 glass rule

The excitement
The people not yet known
The feel of a group who will never be together again
Who have made a unique pulse
That lasts only for the length of the celebration
I get lost in the excitement
Let its waves move me where ever
It may choose
I am at the mercy of the party gods
I forget I have my own will
My own intentions for the night
I become consumed with other people’s emotions
Drink, drink, drink
For the benefit of the group
Rather than for my own enjoyment
To make the party
Louder
Merrier

I wake up the next day and curse the magic
That only existed with those people
For those hours
I was not in my mind
I do not remember the fun that was had
It was for the party only
It was not mine

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