On a Momentous Occasion
Almost every evening, I throw a party for myself.
It's a splendorous event.
I bring all the best food - only things I like to eat.
Sometimes I open a bottle of my best wine.
After all, it's a special day.
Not every day you get to hang out with someone as handsome and charming as me.
I sing, and I dance - though mostly on the inside.
It's quite entertaining.
That may seem lonely to you. Sometimes, it seems that way to me, too.
But, it turns out I am excellent company:
I'm never too busy to hang out with me.
I return all my calls, I laugh at all my jokes.
I always show up when I say I will.
And, you know what? I really like me. I mean, a lot. I love me,
and I like being my best friend.
And - just maybe - that makes me the luckiest man at the party.