Lessons From the Kissing Booth

In truth, all I want right now is this:
On the grass in the slowly cooling evening, fuzzy with whiskey and wine and chocolate and laughing, and suddenly a telltale his and rattle just across the path. Two yellow dresses and one blue one running shrieking through the sprinklers, too suddenly for documentation to follow, describing a bright parabola through the gathering dew and the quieting night. And then collapsing back on the blanket, dabbing at dark blue spots on my lighter blue silk, breathless and ready for champagne and later hot dogs. Unplanned and perfect.