PostPartyReview

Lizzie and I have just returned from Anthony's birthday bash at the Hard Rock Cafe. (Yes, the guy is rich. Yes, he's single. No, I dunno if he's gay) I'd like to diss the party, but Anthony really is a nice guy. Or maybe it's one of his ploys to get elected into council on monday - If you can't win with your brains, win them over with your buckaroos. Interesting thought.
Best part about the party was...the food. Yeah. I was seriously contemplating asking Anthony if I could sneak some of the Apple something or other (tastes like pie but it isn't) back in a doggie bag. It was better than orgasmic. And the Haagan Dazs ice cream.
Other than the food, it seemed more akin to a wedding reception. The groom (aka Anthony) going around to check that everyone's eating and the yam-sehing (birthday song singing) and the relatives keeping an eye over everything from some sly, shady table in the corner.
Party politics. Phew.