Ain’t no party like a Sexrex party, amiright?
Tonight is the beginning of the weekend, more or less. It’s the end of Thursday. Friday rises to take its place. And since I’m a Michigan State University student, I have a stark contrast before me. I pass bars full of patrons and party-goers as I leave work. Yet, here I am looking up fish content and contemplating what water changes will take place momentarily. I’m 21 years old now, mind you. This culture….this “bar” culture….finds no place for me. Actually, I can’t find place for IT.
You know what’s better than any party? A fish auction. Fish auction season rings in every fall and spring. And we all know it’s Autumn now. I just want to be at home bidding on a cool bag of livebearers. Or maybe strap on some waders and chase some late-season darters. They are oh so pretty.
I went to a party once. There was a fraternity involved, and the music was loud and the people were grabby. I didn’t drink one sip of…anything, because you can’t trust college boys. However, I was drawn to one thing: The fish tank under the bar. Yup. I remember like yesterday the gouramies and black-tailed shark. Gosh, it was sparsely stocked. So much….empty space. So little love. Right then and there i just wanted to get permission to be honorary fish maid. Honestly, whenever i encounter ill-looked after or poorly explored tanks…I just want to show them the way.
Do you see the way?
Can I show you how to really party in life?