Well, I said I wanted a blow-out. I said I wanted the last birthday of my twenties to be something to remember. But I didn’t expect a week-long bonanza of guests, food, music, and mating frenzies.
My party last Saturday was a lot of fun, to be sure. Who knew I could lure so many people out into the ‘hood? But half of them are still reeling from the experience — and I’m not even talking about hangovers. I don’t mean to sound immodest or anything, but the whole crowd was extremely cute overall, and I got a lot of people in one room who’d never met before. Flirting and intrigue were bound to happen. Aaron Spelling should know about all this. No, he’s too old-school — call Kevin Williamson!
I’m glad that I had people stay until Monday, also. I tend to get sulky when I’ve had a lot of fun with guests, and then I suddenly find myself rattling around the place alone once everyone leaves. It was good for the roster to trail off over the course of a couple of days.