The Day After

All is now a blur:
memories, reminiscences of
yesterday's festivities
are floating in some
feverish haze,
plenty of folks are struggling
to awaken from their long sleep.
Such is life when one chooses to
live it up on occasions like these.

It's time to face the new day.
Oh wait, we're struggling
to do just that.
And how did we manage
to find our way back home
after all this carousing?
How'd we make it this far?

Some of the best times
we had yesterday are also
some of the best times
we won't remember having
thanks be to one of our
trustworthy companions.
Later on,
when we get some pics up,
chances are we'll have
lots of good laughs,
just trying to make sense
of that wild & crazy afternoon
(& night)
we spent having
the time of our lives.

We survived; we made it
through every trial of fire
which the bottle
presented to us.
Now we've got to
endure the day after,
the awful hangovers
& everything else
in between.

And yet what fun we had,
what good times we shared
yesterday,
what carefree moments
we spent living the good life.
Tell me,
who would want to pass up
occasions like these, even now?