Kissing and Naturalization

i had a conversation the other day with some friends about how many guys we’ve kissed.
one friend said six.
one friend said five.
i said eight.
but it was really seven.
given that i’m substantially older than my friends, that’s not too horrible of a number.

i just wanted to set the record straight.

Oh! I’m throwing a swearing-in party. It’ll be on November 12, and everyone is invited. I’ll write up the actual invitation and send it out in the next few days. Of course I’ll also post it here. My roommate demands I give a speech for the occasion, so I’ll be outlining that, as well. Also, if you come, YOU’LL GET TO MEET MY MOM! You can’t say no, can you?

Enough of that for now; I’m studying for the interview.

I know the Preamble
But I’ll just go ramble
About American scrambled eggs

I’m excited and bright 
For all my new rights as
A little American light

So my eggs I will eat
Then get off of my seat
To other new Americans meet.

This poem is dumb
Point down my own thumb
And stop to keep all of my chums.

Oh – if you want a sneak peek of the playlist for the party, here you go:
Neil Diamond, “America”
Lee Greenwood, “God Bless the USA”
Simon and Garfunkel, “America”
Tracy Chapman, “America”
John Denver, “Country Road”
Don McLean, “American Pie”
Carrie Underwood, “American Girl”
Tom Petty, “American Girl”
Bruce Springsteen, “Born in the USA” (not quite, but just as well!)
“You’re A Grand Old Flag”
“God Bless America”
“Fifty Fifty United States”

I will also take suggestions. I will accept cheesy, and I will also accept more country.