I’ll admit it. I got sucked in by the Hunger Games trilogy. No, I might not have been their target audience but I was fascinated nonetheless. The part I didn’t find quite so fascinating was graphic descriptions of contestants in the Games bashing one another’s heads in with a rock. The concept of survival of the fittest was much more palatable before I was faced with the colorful details. And then there were the movies. Sheesh.
Rue? They killed RUE??!! Come on, man.
Sorry, there probably should have been a spoiler alert there but hey, it’s been six (or is it seven?) years so by now this falls under you snooze, you lose.
I think getting invited to someone’s New Year’s Eve Bash is a much more festive use of the term. Although for an introvert like me surviving a New Year’s Eve Bash feels remarkably similar to being bashed in the head with a rock (just without the sweet escape of death because no matter how simple the small talk it just goes on and on and OH MY GOD THIS PARTY IS NEVER GOING TO END, I’M GOING TO LIVE AND DIE MY END DAYS IN THIS HOUSE). Right. So “New Year’s Eve Bash” = festive. Actually attending said New Year’s Eve Bash = not so much.
Just know if I politely decline your invite that it’s not you, it’s me. Like, for real. It’s all me.
Linda hosts Stream of Consciousness Saturday. This week’s prompt is “abash/a bash/bash.” Use “abash,” or “bash” as a noun or a verb. Bonus points if you manage all three.”