Let's Party

I don't live close enough to many of you to get my party on with you. This makes me sad. So, I decided to bring the party to you with a little re-telling of one my Halloween outings this year. Thank you, photographer, for making this all possible.

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I had to make some changes to my Halloween plans because of the split, so at the last minute I came up with a new costume idea. It was a little cerebral, but I liked it and that's all that matters. I went as Madonna. Not "Like a Virgin"-Madge or Sex-book-Madonna, but as recent mother-an-African-baby Madonna. Also known as that-baby-stealing-bitch-Madonna.

Here is Allen and I at our staging ground for my first Halloween party of 2006.



Allen is a "Bad Boy Scout." Our friend Amy is with us tonight, too. She's a naughty cop.



It's time to get this party started. Let's hit the road.



We met up with some other friends, including Dorothy, Mario, and Luigi, and we hit the party. It was all innocent enough. A quiet apartment party in Bev Hills.



Would you like to have a refreshing cocktail with us? We can even put it in one of these festive Halloween cups. Orange or black? Your choice.



The best part of a good party is the intellectual conversation. See, above you can see how engaged I am with my fellow party-goers.

Here, let me let my hair down and unwind a little.



I think that this is a really wonderful party. The libations are flowing and tasty. Oh, and there's cupcakes. Let me tell Allen about the cupcakes. Allen. ALLLEN! Come here.



You know, Allen is really annoying me. I think I'll take a little nap.



Much better. I feel so relaxed after I was so politely awakened. See.



Is it time to go, already? Okay, I'll head to the car.



Are you coming? Why are you taking so long?



Oh, Amy seems to be distracted by the police car that has arrived. That's what's keeping you.



Well, if you are going to be a while, I think there is something I should take care of.



Now, can we leave already? Dorothy and I are ready and Dorothy and Madonna basically run everything for the gays.



You just don't understand how long of a ride home it is from Bev Hills. It's really, really long.



But finally, we reached the house. It was a very long walk from the car to the door, but Madonna did it fabulously nonetheless.



Waiting for elevators can be an enchanting experience with good company.



Especially when after a long night, the company looks as good as this.



Alas, it's time to find the apartment, but what's this? Is there another party going on in the buidling?



I guess we'll have to make an appearance!