July 1

A night out at a party hostel named Loki

The place was packed for their eleventh anniversary

I wore Mel's jacket, as Twisted Prom was the theme

The crowd filled in with a steady stream

A sculpture of the word Loki was set on fire

As fireworks burst climbing ever higher

Still, the place has got nothing on the mighty Milhouse

We tip toed away with the stealth of a mouse