Party

I figured it out. I know why people get the blues in the winter. From New Years Eve until Mardi Gras there is a startling lack of parties. I mean, startling. Dare I say...damaging? Someone needs to have a party. And I don't want some party where we are all going to sit around and drink wine and chit chat and talk about what we've been up to lately. I'm talking dancefloor, diso lights, full bar, someone wasted in the corner, put on your sequins clothes, Vegas style party. Who's gonna do it? Any volunteers?

As you know, my annual party (Teeny Weeny Martini Party) has always been a huge enormous wild success but is not until June. Now, due to no air conditioning and very cramped quarters we generally get lit at my house and then go drink up at Creperie. I like to think of it as my test run before the Kris/Brooke/Brannen birthday sweep of August/September/October. However, sadly, I think that TWMP might be canceled this year as I will be packing up to move and also cause...it's hot. Perhaps I will rent out the Creperie instead and have Big Huge Crepe Party this year...we'll see. It's in the pot, it's cooking. There will be a party hosted by moi at some point this summer, fear not.

Anyway...if no one is up for hosting my dream party this winter...and I'm sure that none of you bitches are up for it since for the last time I will reiterate the startling lack of pink poodle cookies or ipods in my foyer...then someone needs to organize a mass movie going experience. Poseidon kids, remember how we used to go to the movies in groups of like, 150? Remember we all saw Chicago and took up like, and entire row? Or there was that big group of us that saw Love Actually? Or there was that huge group that saw some summer movie once and then went and played at the 80's toy store where I bought all the Garbage Pail Kids. Somebody plan something. Maybe I will.

Where's Jim Glaub when you need him? Remember he could be so crazy but he threw a damn good party. Remember his red party with all the red clothes and red food and you had to put on red lipstick and kiss his white wall when you came in? And he had painted his living room red for the party and Molly wore only a red towel? Or remember his Poseidon opening night party when he decorated the tables with little glasses that had goldfish in them? And then Ed accidentally knocked over the glass and that poor traumatized fish had like, 40 drag queens suddenly running toward it yelling, "Save the centerpiece!" Oh Manhattan, I hope you are enjoying Jim Glaub. (Sometimes I write sentances and I can already feel the responses...Cerda is currently trying to chose one of the ten million jokes that just crossed his mind when he read that sentance.)

Ok, just wated to share my longing for a wild party with all of you. Someone get on this ok?