It’s my pARTy..

If cost wasn’t a factor and I could choose the location, I’d host the Mother of All Parties and invite every person that influenced and enriched my life. Music would be king. Queen’s Mercury would rule under king Van Morrison. I’d crown the evening with the likes of Eva Cassidy, Cat Power, Kate Bush, Neil Diamond, Dylan, The Beatles, The Turtles, The Monkies, and The Byrds. Just to name a few. Lots more to come. I’d want my Mother of All Parties to be recorded by the poets for posterity. Love and laughter would reign and the scent of lavender and apple spice would fill the air. Apple Blossom petals will be the ladies headdress and the men will wear their hair long and manly. Crew cuts will be barred at the gates. No, I don’t want to hear it..talk to my hand..it’s my party. And as long as I’m in this mood, let me just say – there will be no granny dresses with boots oxymoronic ideations. Women will be women and men will be men. It might not be a bad idea to have Tom Jones emcee.. we’ll see. Oh, I ♥ planning this party and thinking about who’ll be on my guest list. I know one thing for sure, my mind-meld of the many will be a party without end.