The BYOM Party

Several people have asked how my date went & what type of meat we finally decided to take. We took 2 large Porterhouse steaks with the understanding that he would eat his & half of mine. We also grabbed 3 lbs. of Hungarian sausage, in case any carnivores showed up meatless. It was gone within an hour.

The date went well because it was a very comfortable atmosphere where I knew almost everyone. This Friday he promises to take me to a place where they actually provide the entree for you. Our hosts have a lovely 3rd floor terrace that is just perfect for such parties. As I drank my dirty vodka martini, I looked over the edge & wondered about accidentally falling off. Christian Slater came to mind.

Slater is my party god. In the immortal words of Carly Simon "Nobody Does it Better." You may remember, a few years ago Slater was arrested for an incident in a hotel where he bit the man his ex was seeing, stole a cop's gun out of his holster while they were trying to wrestle him to the ground, & ran down the hotel hall with it....naked. Now that's just my idea of a good night out. If you're going to get FUBAR & make a spectacle of yourself, that's the way to do it. Of course he served some time for that, but it doesn't seem to have taught him any lessons. He's been spotted all over NYC in various altered states. He is accused of grabbing a woman's ass on the street, in an impulsive gesture that was probably due to enough drugs to get the Hell's Angels buzzed. CNN.com - Christian Slater arrested on sexual harassment charge - May 31, 2005 Before they sobered him up & scraped him off for the new Robert F. Kennedy movie, he was enjoying a lovely soiree at a neighbor of Paris Hilton's home & he plummeted off the terrace, through an awning, & onto the shrubbery below. Slater Falls from Roof at Paris Hilton Bash Christian Slater : People.com Friends of Slater's later told authorities that he had been tasered by the police, causing him to fall. You may not admire his lifestyle, but you have to admire his choice of friends. They not only made excuses for him, they turned it around & made the police defensive about it.

As I sipped my 3rd martooni & looked over the edge at the awning & shrubbery below, I wondered if any of the people at that BYOM party would do the same for me. Probably not. If I lost my bearings & flipped over the edge, they would most likely deny knowing me. The least one of them could do is yell "Ta Da!"