The weather’s getting nice–what say we have a back porch party? We haven’t gotten together since Christmas. All right, I just remembered I had a birthday party a couple of weeks ago. But who says you can have too many parties?
Granted, my back porch is an imaginary back porch; but sometimes that’s the best kind. You never run out of room, and the imaginary caterer never runs out of goodies. Plus you can bring imaginary treats of your own.
So we’ll have cake, cold cuts, hot dogs and grilled hamburgers,cigars, beer, soda, and some of that golden wine from Durmurot. We’ll sing, swap stories and jokes, and play board games–Monopoly, Clue, we’ve got ’em all–and horseshoes and tetherball for those who feel frisky. And Mad Libs!
You’re all invited, and I’ve also invited Norbert and the singing cockatiel. Robbie and Peep will be there, if I can coax them out from under the bed: they’re shy. And don’t worry about the weather: we have a limitless supply of imaginary weather.
Come one, come all–and you can leave the face masks behind.