It's My Party
I haven't been to KAK at the Rivoli since I can't remember when, because of all the moving and packing, and organizing and packing, and painting and packing, and sorting and...
Well, you get the idea.
But now that all that's done, and I've moved into the waiting for the visa phase, I've got some time to waste.
It was just before 10:00 when I arrived, and Carson was out front having a cigarette, which means one of two things.
"Have you not started yet, or is someone doing Paradise By The Dashboard Light?" I asked.
"Exactly," Carson replied.
Fortunately for them, most of my karaoke buddies missed it. They arrived shortly afterwards.
"So, what makes you think anyone's organizing a party for you?" asked Mo.
"Um... Wendy," I replied sheepishly. "'Cause, well, you know, it's really complicated and difficult to try to organize a surprise party..."
"Granted, but why have you been vetoing all my ideas?"
"I have vetoed nothing!"
"No clowns, no balloons, no strippers — that's what I was told."
"Not by me! Though I admit I think clowns are creepy..."
But Mo has turned his attention to Sparky. "Sass says we can have strippers!"
"OK, good, so we're on for the strippers," Sparky begins planning. "But let's not overdo. Either strippers with balloons, or strippers dressed as clowns."
"Why not both?" asks Mo.
"I want balloons!" I chime in.
"Red balloons?"
"Ninety nine?"
"Yes! And and and and and.... I want a pony!"
"A pony?" laughs Sparky, "Can the strippers ride on it?"
"Sure, why not."
"So, good, we've got booze, and karaoke..."
"And beer!"
"And beer. And strippers. And balloons. Check."
"And and and and and... mini golf?"
"OK, so, booze, karaoke, strippers dressed as clowns carrying balloons, and riding on ponies while playing mini golf."
Probably the pony won't be able to climb the stairs at the Riv, but it promises to be a party to remember, even without the pony. I hope you can come, Gentle Reader.
In the next story, Postmodern Sass learns about car theatre. Or, go here to see what happened at the very end of the party.
Well, you get the idea.
But now that all that's done, and I've moved into the waiting for the visa phase, I've got some time to waste.
It was just before 10:00 when I arrived, and Carson was out front having a cigarette, which means one of two things.
"Have you not started yet, or is someone doing Paradise By The Dashboard Light?" I asked.
"Exactly," Carson replied.
Fortunately for them, most of my karaoke buddies missed it. They arrived shortly afterwards.
"So, what makes you think anyone's organizing a party for you?" asked Mo.
"Um... Wendy," I replied sheepishly. "'Cause, well, you know, it's really complicated and difficult to try to organize a surprise party..."
"Granted, but why have you been vetoing all my ideas?"
"I have vetoed nothing!"
"No clowns, no balloons, no strippers — that's what I was told."
"Not by me! Though I admit I think clowns are creepy..."
But Mo has turned his attention to Sparky. "Sass says we can have strippers!"
"OK, good, so we're on for the strippers," Sparky begins planning. "But let's not overdo. Either strippers with balloons, or strippers dressed as clowns."
"Why not both?" asks Mo.
"I want balloons!" I chime in.
"Red balloons?"
"Ninety nine?"
"Yes! And and and and and.... I want a pony!"
"A pony?" laughs Sparky, "Can the strippers ride on it?"
"Sure, why not."
"So, good, we've got booze, and karaoke..."
"And beer!"
"And beer. And strippers. And balloons. Check."
"And and and and and... mini golf?"
"OK, so, booze, karaoke, strippers dressed as clowns carrying balloons, and riding on ponies while playing mini golf."
Probably the pony won't be able to climb the stairs at the Riv, but it promises to be a party to remember, even without the pony. I hope you can come, Gentle Reader.
In the next story, Postmodern Sass learns about car theatre. Or, go here to see what happened at the very end of the party.
6 Comments:
If there's balloons I'm not coming. I was the one vetoing them. No, really.
Oh, and I was encouraging the strippers too. Plus the party is not happening anyway.
Meany!
I'm having 99 red balloons sent to your house!
;-)
Noooooo, neither red nor blue. No ballooooooons!!!
I wish I could come.Kick a clown for me.
Well you could still have stripping golfplayers on horseback without the party...
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