The Entertainer

Par-tae.

I would classify lasts night house-warming party as a resounding success.  My place did not reach maximum occupancy, however it was certainly an impressive get-together.  Lots of people spilled out into the patio area, even a couple of smokers but I guess that’s okay.  All told I think about 31 people showed up, most with liquor or wine.  In other words, I now have about a year’s worth of booze.  All of which I will never drink, as I have sworn I will never drink again.  This morning I felt like someone had murdered me in my sleep, but some how resurrected me in some sort of evil experiment.  Instead of pumping me full with my own blood, they used a combination of cobra venom, corrosive waste, and pipe cleaner.  It’s been a hard day at work.

However, I very much enjoyed hosting a party.  I know, I know, friends and family alike are probably gasping for air at this statement.  However I assure its true.  In fact, I think I will start having parties fairly frequently.  Perhaps I can become *the* party guy of Beverly Hills.  I’ll have to get a bouncer, and people will try to lie their way in by saying they know me.  I won’t really be satisfied until there is a roped-off line down the sidewalk with 50+ people clamoring to get in.  Then, maybe then, will I be able to get Paris Hilton and Lindsay Lohan to recline in the transformer chairs. 

Stay tuned for the pics.