“Remember me?” the note taker screamed.<\/p>\n
We were at a party and I was already wondering if I knew anyone here The character in front of me had too many underscores for me not to realize “Did we work together?” I asked, with fingers crossed behind my back.<\/p>\n She seemed crestfallen. Her ambersand fell in like a sinkhole.<\/p>\n “Oh, you have to be kidding me!”<\/p>\n Before I could answer, my arm was grabbed as my interrogator was swooshed to the side.<\/p>\n “Hey, Nellie, don’t hog the guest of honor!”<\/p>\n My new friend was my new friend for all of three to six seconds. <\/p>\n His name was an almost endless array of letters and numbers that He beamed out of sight immediately after I told him my name.<\/p>\n If anyone had noticed the moment, it appeared I was talking to myself.<\/p>\n I sat down at a small table and listened to the chatter above my head.<\/p>\n One of the other guests was telling another that her name was Imp3ach18! I did know her, “Maybe this party won’t be so bad,” I was telling myself when one of the other guests came “Will you tell me your name again? I think I have a message for you about your account.”<\/p>\n This time, I made no attempt to be polite. <\/p>\n I stood up and reported him to someone who knew the hostess and seemed already aware that My mind scrolled the room, certain I’d meet variations of the same individual no matter to whom I spoke.<\/p>\n It had been a long night and hearing the beginning of a joke was all I needed to find the door.<\/p>\n Just as I was making my exit, I heard “How many passwords does it take to enter a new password?”<\/p>\n The cacophony was shambolic.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" “Remember me?” the note taker screamed. We were at a party and I was already wondering if I knew anyone here besides the hostess, who had made herself scarce to the point of having French exited her own soiree. The character in front of me…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":59,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-91273","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/91273","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/59"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=91273"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/91273\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":91762,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/91273\/revisions\/91762"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=91273"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=91273"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=91273"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nbesides the hostess, who had made herself scarce to the point of having
\nFrench exited her own soiree<\/em>.<\/p>\n
\nI was supposed to remember her. <\/p>\n
\nI wouldn’t have tried to pronounce but, knowing this, he pointed
\nto his nametag and proudly proclaimed himself,
\n“Sa5555Kaw9!%win8@_tha_R3^^^^3&.”<\/p>\n
\nbut didn’t want to be the third-party intruder.<\/p>\n
\nto me on his knees and reeking of fluids both organic and inorganic.<\/p>\n
\nthe troublemaker, now turning a spongy pink color, had a nest of complaints surrounding him.<\/p>\n