The Life of a Party

Life is a party, you join in after it’s started and leave before it’s finished. Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming “Wow! What a Ride!”

A little party never killed anybody. You might go to hell in the end, but at least you’ll have great stories to tell. If you wear a short enough skirt, the party will come to you. Life is a party, you should dress for it. When you’re the most happening person at the party, it’s time to leave.

Trust me, you can dance. No one looks back on their life and remembers the night they got plenty of sleep. At every party there are two kinds of people – those who want to go home and those who don’t. The trouble is, they are usually married to each other.

Having kids is like continually having to clean up after a party you didn’t attend. If you’re spending your entire early 20s chasing the next party, what are you running away from? Alcohol may be man’s worst enemy, but the bible says love your enemy. So there’s that.

If life gives you lemons, you should make lemonade and try to find somebody whose life has given them vodka, and have a party. That’s why this generation is the least racist generation ever. You see it all the time. Go to any club or park. People are intermingling, hanging out, having fun, enjoying the same music.

It’s easy to impress me. I don’t need a fancy party to be happy. Just good friends, good food, and good laughs. I’m happy. I’m satisfied. I’m content. Hear no evil, speak no evil, and you won’t be invited to cocktail parties. Those kind of parties are designed to spill tea.

Life is what you celebrate. All of it. If you don’t drink, how will your friends know you love them at 2 am? I wanna throw a party with fake alcohol and see how many people act wasted. We are the people our parents warned us about. I like to party, and by party I mean take naps. Don’t wake me up…

I’ll bite you

Gottfried. All rights reserved

258 thoughts on “The Life of a Party

  1. I wouldn’t dare wake you up today. Rest peacefully while the rest of us lay rubber to the grave. Who are you kidding? We all know you aren’t asleep. You don’t want us to know you didn’t invite us to the party.

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          1. That might be interesting, but the best way to learn is from experience. I can see you are on the right track.

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  2. This is one of my fav quotes Gottfried and great post always!
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    “Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming “Wow! What a Ride!”

    That’s me, worn out, sliding into home, even though there’s no skidding here 😂
    I stay at the door of a party and never leave. If I talk to one all night I’m good as long as it’s meaningful. Otherwise I’m outta there. Well, unless they have good wine. 😂

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  3. Yes, two autistic people at a party, one is the whale and the other is Mozart, spilling tea can create predivorce negotiations at top volume especially if one likes playing Pink Floyd when the other feels her soul is being contaminated.
    When we had to go to England to find his “happy” I went off to supermarket and they had no box wine, nor any wine I recognized. Tons of options. In frustration I grabbed any old white wine and was on a mission to get drunk. After 90% of bottle consumed, I said, I must be very stressed. I’m not nearly drunk. Daughter looked at bottle. “it says, non alcoholic, Mom.” so, fake wine won’t work, but it’s worth a shot of tequila.
    Life is a party, a political party and it’s not the friendly kind.
    I am down with nap parties. Nap naked and then you can party.
    Bless your heart. My party became a rave and I have only got to you now. Cheers!

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