Twenty-four in 5-7-5.

Miss Stacia loves haikus. Miss Stacia also loves parties. Miss Stacia loves kicking off parties with party-related haikus. Example, her 24th birthday invitation:

Nineteen eighty-two,
November the seventeenth,
doc said to mom, "PUSH!"

Yup, Miss Stacey's turning twenty-freakin-four. Come hang at Lolita Bar to celebrate!!!

The Deets:
When: Friday, Nov. 17th, 9PM
Where: Lolita Bar
Directions, yo!: http://www.lolitabar.net/directions/
Please reply in haiku form.

xoxo-
Stacey

I honestly did not expect anyone to report back with carefully crafted verses of their own, but apparently I'm not the only one who loves to break life down into three lines of simplistic syllabic consistency.

I received clever alerts:
The link did not work.
I don't know how to get there.
I'd still like to come.

Timely event-driven commentary:
Britney dumped K-fed
Dems win big: time to party
for Stacey, Dems, K-Fed
(forgiving the 5-7-6 structure on this one)

And straight-up RSVPs:
Be there with bells on
Ed and I will shake out butts
L.I.R.R. Home

i am so there, jew
this Friday will be fun
like pulling your teeth

Some were tagged with helpful supplementary info:
I hope to see you*
Almost a quarter century**
Are you a werewolf?

*tonight
**must be pronounced "sen-try" to work within the traditional syllabic structure of the haiku.

Some incorporated the traditional seasonal reference:
Let drinks flow into
Brook for another year. Too
bad I can't be there

And many took the opportunity to reflect upon age/birthdays:
Shit!! In 82 -
Saw Van Halen! Not quite birth,
but EYES dilated

let's get real silly
and drink to the fact that you
are not thirty yet

Twenty four is cool.
Thirty is even better.
Make the best of it.

Others were simply, well, fun:
Yes, it will be fun.
Oh yeah, that will be darn fun.
Seriously fun.

There were even a few notable responses that veered from the 5-7-5, my favorite being:
I'm born 5 minutes after midnight and I used to call my mother at midnight and scream into the phone :" Push Mami push...I'm almost out!"...

But most opted for the haiku, the rest of which I give to you now, in no particular order:

For my Cherry Chew
I would walk five hundred miles
But three thousand? Fuck.

Belated response
Positive, do not condemn
Two-four giddyup!

you can call me daz
if they play beyonce k
i will shake my ass

Twenty-four how fun!
A party with hats and drinks
Can I come naked?

On one Friday Night
We will all lift our glasses
And drink to Stacey!

Oh Stacey, My Love!
New Zealand is where I'll Be.
How I will miss you :(

my dear stacey brook,
so excited for your day,
but late i will be...

i do, with great joy
and anticipation, accept
your invitation

I would love to go,
but I'm up in Buffalo,
Happy Birthday, yo!

Though I would love to
and not miss out on the fun
Ben Folds beckons me.

Lolita bar - hmm
Why - It sounds quite familiar
Yes! I will be there!

Raise a glass for me
As tomorrow proves no good
I'm on Mommy time

Thanks for the invite,
Happy Twenty-Fourth Birthday,
I would love to come!

The present for you
A vibrator is your wish
Get the batteries

Birthday cheer to you
Good thing you’re not twenty two
Shish bam Bah Bah Roo

Wow and whoop-dee do
It is party time for sure
Jen and Dan will show

So sorry I am
Live to far to celebrate
You are in my heart

concert to attend
my heart fills with regret
Stacey's birthday, oh!

my name is the jones
if the beer flow like wine im sold
see you there bitches

Dear Miss Stacey Brook,
Happy Almost Twenty Four!
Love, Your Friend Jasmine

Your birthday's approach
I see a drunken evening
In my crystal ball

Celebrating you
Having to much Alcohol
forehead on the Bar

And one last one from Miss Stacia to the peeps:
Two-four at the bar -
less about the haikus
and more about Jager.


Okay, alright, no more frakkin haikus. Let’s do this thing.