Hey there Internet,
I wanted to let you know that I went to a party today. Like a real party. Not that all the other parties I've been to weren't real. (In fact, I went to a birthday party for my friend Sam Spudnik this weekend that was quite enjoyable--we sang happy birthday and everything).
It's just that all those other parties seemed to be lacking something. They somehow didn't have that quintessential element. In my head I thought, "this is a party," but in my heart I thought, "this doesn't seem to be leading towards any sort of thematic climax." And maybe not all parties need that. But some parties do.
Today I went to a party that had everything. Today I went to a party that had a piñata.
I think the best thing about a piñata is not even the actual piñata. The best thing about a piñata is watching a blindfolded person swing a bat while everyone else at the party tries to stand as far away from the piñata as possible. Everybody is plotting the trajectory that the piñata will take if the batter manages to hit it off of the string.
The best parties, in my opinion, have piñata trajectories that head straight towards the bowl of punch, or into something expensive, or at the crotch of an important person. There's your thematic climax everybody.
I ate about ten Pixy Stix, and my tongue turned blue. It was a nice party.
Love always,
-jim.
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