You're At a Dinner Party in Connecticut....

Trade Franco Zeffirelli for Jose Carreras and I'm there

Shoot em all Columbine style.

Let's talk about me

STOP 9/11!!

STOP TRUMP!

I'd play while the guests congregate around the piano and sing Rodgers and Hammerstein

How could anyone eat Athena’s Ken Lay and Condi Rice?

Athena’s (WTF???!) = at the same table

Athena?

Make sure I was sitting next to Jane Goodall.

R10 why?

Drop my keys in the bowl like everyone else.

I'm afraid Rice and Takei aren't exactly ... top drawer.

R11, I've always admired her. Seeing a video of her and a chimpanzee hugging each other made me kind of love her. I would love to hear stories about her work with the chimps.

I'd have a drink and then ask say to Anna, "Nice wig. What's it made of?"

Mostly just listen.

Stealth Condi thread.

Engage in a long conversation with Jane Goodall, have a few...then make an awkward, drunken pass at Condi.

A threeway with Franco and George, of course!

Jane won't be making it!

22 years old, senior year at Columbia. Already and alcoholic, like my father and grandfather. Riding the Metro North to New Haven, hoping my father is sober enough to pick me up. He is. Sort of. The rest of the ride home to Christmas in Connecticut is him bitching in my ear about me having to take Metro North to New Haven because it's "Niggertown" and "why does he have to drive all the way down 91" only to "get into Nigger Haven" when I could've just taken Amtrack to Windsor Locks. When we get to my parents' house in North-Central Conncecticut I excuse myself and go up to my old childhood bedroom. I have a fifth of Absolut in my luggage and drink myself shitfaced, passing out on the floor. My father died of liver cancer in 2013 and I stopped drinking when he was diagnosed, and have remained sober ever since.

Merry Christmas 1999 everybody!

Ma'am, r21, this is a Wendy's

Get bent r22

Flirt with Franco

If Lady Lindzebelle was not invited and is not there, the gathering is a failure.

I ask Ken Lay if he can get me a good discount on Ruffles.

I would decline the invitation. The only person on that list I would spend even 10 minutes with is Zefferelli. Gore, Takei and Wintour are all self-centered bores. Rice is too polite to be interesting. Lay would probably make an attempt to get me to sign up for his latest Pozi scheme.

And I’m not hauling myself all the way to Connecticut for some Ina Farten style catered meal.

Miss R27 has clearly stated her boundaries! (in true Datalounge style)

What would be even truer Datalounge style would be to attend, just so you could tell Gore, Takei, and Wintour exactly what you think of them, while grinding out your cigarette in the catered meal.

R27 “Rice is too polite to be interesting.” Lolololol so true. Never thought about it like that!

Steal the silverware.

I'm with R27 in declining the invitation (and in thinking Zeffirelli might be the only vaguely interesting one for a few minutes. (Maybe I am underestimating him, as I seem to recall he was known as a party host.)

In any case, I'm not crazy for those "star-studded" parties where it's los famosos contra el mundo. Too many celebrity guests spoil the broth.

If it found myself in that room, I'm would.most not want to sit next to George Takes. The humor and recounting of yet "another amusing story" would have me feigning a sudden food allergy.

Why the Takei hate? He seems like a witty and pleasant person.

[quote]Why the Takei hate? He seems like a witty and pleasant person.

Lucy wanted to fire his gay ass from Star Trek but Gary talked her out of it. So she introduced him to Liza Minnelli.

[quote]You're At a Dinner Party in Connecticut....

What am I wearing, OP?

OMG, I'm flashing back to that utterly pretentious TV show where Steve Allen would assemble a group of 'celebrities' and they would cosplay being historical figures sharing an intellectual dinner together.

I'm picturing this at Phillip Johnson's glass house, by the way.

Ouch, R35. You make me realize that an old boss irritated me in the exact way that Steve Allen irritated me. For years I always hated a boss who was outwardly affable and on paper interesting, but in the flesh was the biggest, fastest talking bore. He would weave into any conversation his collection of Mesoamericana art and drop mangled of philosophers, politicians, and writers, fancied himself a brilliant host and sparkling wit, and likened any gathering to an Algonquin Table of wit.

I'm sure now that Steve Allen must have been a model for him.

[quote]What am I wearing, OP?

Earrings

Caftan

I think you're being too hard on A Meeting of Minds, r35. I think it holds up.

I would drink heavily, make a scene and be asked to leave. Just like any other dinner party I attend.

Put all the shrimp in a baggie and stuff it down the front of my pants for later.

No idea how I'll handle the cocktail sauce

Separate ziplock baggie, r41.

Ask Condi about her latest girlfriend.

R35 made me flash back to my childhood in Argentina, and a dreadful TV program called Lunch With Mirta Legrand. She was a bleached blond who would host different semi-celebrities around her table every day for "scintillating" conversation. Like something out of a 1940s radio show.

I blow the caterer in the wine cellar.

Stay away from Takei.

I hear he has wicked halitosis.

Check out VP Al Gore's Secret service agents& see if any of them are suckable& fuckable!

I've swallowed Secret service agent cum before, I already sold my Enron stock by then.

Made a fucking fortune BTW.

What about me?

A couple of them would be corpses. Weekend at Bernie’s was in Florida.

Poison Condoleezza

I'd invest in Enron!