Being Amused, Part 1
People have been asking me recently how I get into all these parties. The truth is, I don’t really know. Sometimes you luck out and you’re on the list, most of the time you make up something dumb to say. I think all writers should practice their craft by making up a story to tell to a recalcitrant morlock doorman. Things I have said that have gotten me into parties this week.
"I’m not on the guest list."
"I’m on the list plus seven."
"The other party sucked."
"My name is *semi-famous actor who actually told me to use his name to get in.*"
"My name is Sam."
Not even saying a word.
All these have worked, and they didn’t require loads of imagination. Which only proves that I’m not any clearer than you as to how this whole thing works. It just does. And that’s what you get trawling the Internet for education. Rien.
I think perhaps the more useful question is, what were you wearing?
amy, la petite americaine said
Clothes.
Administrator said
Well sometimes, people just invite you cause you’re cool!
king negrito said
Hello - look at http://mabile.hautetfort.com/ Oct 9 post “Jus de moda”. Is that U? I trawl the Inet too!!
guccibitch said
Blond trash sur modasse. How original. It was probably the most boring party of the night. The drinks were watered down, and the guests were boring as fuck. But, it was the fifth day straight, and we were jaded by all the flashing lightbulbs. Most of those girls could work at the Gap.
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