there's a funny thing about parties that my sister and i throw... we call it the lehman curse. cuz no matter how good our party idea is, no matter how much we tell people about the party, no matter how excited everyone is beforehand, it never fails that we'll prepare for a big group of kids that promised to go and maybe a fourth of them will actually show.

which is unfortunate because those people that don't go miss out on a really, really good time. people are still talking about our come-as-your-favorite-gubernatorial-candidate party it was so good. and that was like a year and a half ago.

but no! i digress! this party! we had so much freaking fun!

angela turned out to be lia-and-mercy-mark-and-brian internet friend cool, and not jamie internet friend bad, which is always awesome, you know? cuz she could've easily shown up at my house in a corduroy blazer and yelling THE QUEEN WOULD NOT APPROVE!!! before throwing up on my floor...

and all the crazy shenanigans that went on, i gotta say hands down my favorite has to be when we called information all seriouslike, gave them long beach california when they asked for city and state, and when they said "what listing?" i said "uh, i'm looking for ghostbusters. do you have a listing for ghostbusters?"

and there was a pause on her end and then some chuckling, possibly because i was clearly drunk. then she told me there was a listing for ghostbuster disposal in los angeles and i asked politely if i could please be connected. (now, see, when i'm writing this i sound like a very demure classy lady who happens to have had a couple of drinks... i think a more accurate telling of this story would probably involve lots more yelling and laughing and OH CRAP GIVE ME THEIR NUMBER!!! YOU HAVE TO CONNECT ME WITH THEM!!!)

it was a bit anticlimatic when we were connected... we had a plan to leave a message for doctor venkman, but they didn't have an answering machine. lame.

but man what a good party.