Margaret Suran wrote:
> kilikini wrote:
>> Serene Vannoy wrote:
>>> The Ranger wrote:
>>>> ChattyCathy
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>>>> news:aqw5k.164143$%%B6.93071@newsfe13.ams2...>>>> Beanie, please. It'll help disperse those black-ops
>>>> mind-controlling beams.
>>>>
>>>> As far as the poll...
>>>>
>>>> I've never, nor do I intend to, crashed a party that I wasn't
>>>> invited. It stuns me when people _brag_ about doing it. I don't
>>>> consider it chutzpah or entertaining and find this aberrant
>>>> behavior right down there with [gross stuff snipped].
>>> Yep, I'm with you. It's stealing, really.
>>>
>>> Serene
>>
>> I've never crashed a party, nor would I, but your point is
>> interesting, Serene. It *is* stealing. I would have small dinner
>> parties for my closest friends back in my house on Maui and my
>> roommates would always turn it into a big affair by inviting people
>> over who I didn't know. They didn't bring anything, but a
>> disasterous mess. If I want to make dinner for 2 - 3 friends and
>> that's all I plan for, um, 15 extra univited people don't work into
>> my menu plans. It happened quite a bit to me, too. :-( kili
>>
>>
>
> You may think that I am an unlikely Party Crasher, but I did just that
> many years ago. It must have been in the early 1970's and Marcel,
> another friend by the name of Billy and I were walking on Third Avenue
> in the low Fifties, when we noticed some stretch limos in front of an
> Art Gallery. You could see the inside quite clearly from the street,
> people milling around and waiters walking around with trays of drinks
> and foods, offering the refreshments to guests dressed in business
> clothes. It was an opening day party and from the looks, a really
> nice one.
>
> I don't know who said it, but either Marcel or Billy said that we
> would blend in nicely if we entered and after little thought, we did
> just that.
> There was fabulous wine, expensive Champagne and incredible food. There
> was a small mountain of Caviar, Foie Gras was sliced by a Chef
> who was probably famous, but we did not know who he was and we were
> having a wonderful time. Then a nice, handsome man came to say
> "hello" and we realized right away that he was the artist in whose
> honor the party was given. We talked about several of his paintings
> in the gallery (I kept my mouth shut, not knowing very much about
> art) and almost immediately we confessed that we were uninvited
> guests. The artist laughed, said that we were more than welcome and
> chatted with us for a few minutes more. Than he went to greet some
> more guests. Before he walked away, he said that we should feel "at
> home" in the Gallery, that from the moment he had met us, we were his
> personal guests.
> It was only after we said good bye and left, that we realized we never
> learned our host's name.
Oh, my gosh, Margaret! That's too funny! I would have never thought you
would do something like that, but then again....
You brought up a moment for me, actually. I *have* been a party crasher.
Backstage for one of my former favorite singing artists. We hung outside
the back of the bar where the after party of the concert was being held and
slipped in. Free drinks, free food and no one was the wiser. We hobnobbed
with celebrities, danced and got home WAY too late, but we got in. Gosh
darn it. I'm guilty!
kili
