Flies in my Champagne

Excerpt from today's writing exploits:

"The neglected flutes
fractionally full of peach colored champagne
wink at the sky
as the yellow sun makes it's tawdry way through the dusty window pane
and dances on the smooth meniscus lip
where bubbles pulsing, played the night before.

Tiny black flies,
refugees from the frosty end of autumn,
paddle and dip in the sunny syrup
Dionysian lords of the kitchenette
playing like drunkard children
diving from the glassy cliffs
to splash in the sun warmed surf
a cheap, boozy caress for their wings:
wax paper kites, wine wet and torpid
moldy dark flecks
buoyant amongst the gold
drowned in their own sweet brevity "
I wonder why it is that even when I write about something that I at first found amusing that it ends up sounding sad?

The story behind this thought dump is that as I was getting ready for work, I realized that a few partially full champagne glasses from New Year's Eve were sitting on my counter looking all glittery from the stream of sunshine hitting them. It would have been a very picaresque, romantic image had it not been for eight or so flies buzzing in and around the glasses of cheap Andre's Peach champagne.
I found the idea of drunk flies so amusing that I couldn't bring myself to clean up the counter. So I dashed off to work, running a little late, with a piece of cold pizza in my hand for breakfast (Look ma, I'm so good at being a college student!) and that was that.

Unfortunately, when I returned from work and paying my rent and whatnot, all of the flies were floating corpses in the peachy, flat liquid. Kinda gross and morbid.
Time to do the dishes, right?

I didn't get that far into my quest to clean the kitchen after my charming fly funeral moment with the garbage disposal however. I spent most of the rest of the evening breaking in the sushi kit that my friend Nicole got for Christmas. Nicole, my friend/coworker Whitney, and I made some “fancy rice” and some concoctions we eventually termed “Sushi Burritos.” They were delicious, and proof positive that if you try hard enough, you can make just about anything into TexMex.

In the background we were serenaded by the 80's classic film, The Witches of Eastwick. Can I just say, Jack Nicholson shirtless equals gross. It was pretty entertainingly bad.
This somehow led to a viral video marathon (Star Wars Rap = funny, Caramelldansen = kinda ridiculous)

This somehow led to a discussion of the zodiac, and we all tracked down our rising signs, our moon signs, and our ruling planets. In case you were wondering: I'm a Pisces with Libra rising. My moon is also in Libra and my ruling planets are Jupiter and Neptune. Do with that relatively useless information what you will, but the experience was pretty fun. I had to call my mom to find out when I was born in order to calculate all of this, but she couldn't remember except that it was in between six and seven o'clock at night. Probably closer to seven. She went to the garage to look in her filing cabinet for my birth certificate (because she is a wonderful, indulgent mother), but couldn't find it. She did, however, find my IQ scores from third grade.
All in all, this day had been pretty informative! So with my belly full of rice and my brain full of trivia, I bid you all a good night.

Word Count Today: 586
Word Count Total: 1316