H is for Highland Park Village

*this post was written while intoxixcated, errors included to preserve artistic authenticity

Im writing this poem a little drunk 

5 glasses in and who’d have thunk 

We had dinner at park house 

Then hit monkey bar looking for a spouse 

Mr. 30 year old, no  mambo taxi 

When in HPV, I like a shopping spree 

All the girls for Ellas birthday 

We ate cake and sang hooray 

All around her best of friends 

Lifelong ties that will never end 

The roomies, the besties, her parents too 

Streamers, decor, even a festive kazoo 

Champagne, wine, a martini de espresso 

Sadly no drinks were  allowed “to go” 

So off we go on a hike 

As we wait for all the drinks the strike 

A large rowdy group from SMU 

Oh how the highland park moms they flew 

For me I decide no gay bar 

And instead ordered myself a car 

I came home for my night time routine 

Brushed my teeth and felt pristine 

Sitting in bed, awake, and wired 

Wondering why I’m no longer tired 

Wishing I was back home with my  dog 

So instead I wrote my advertising blog 

A night on the town, wow that’s lit! 

I enjoyed writing this more than I care to admit 

Lying in bed, I yawn, I sigh 

To my Friday night I dream goodbye