BONUS SONNET: Epic Party Fail, Yet We Saved It

I started out my Friday eve'ning with

High hopes that summer of '09 would start

With one great smashing party, but a pith

To my poor fragile ego and my heart

Occurred on my arrival. Look! My ex,

For whom I real'ize I still bear a torch

Is here with his young wife! Oh so complex

Is my reaction. I hide on the porch,

E'en ere the rain and hail starts to occur.

I break, too, my resolve now to abstain

From liquor. Oh, it's fine; I have met her

And seen him before now. Yet there is pain.

But weather drove the sissies home to hide

And I stayed with my good friends. I abide!