Lucy's horoscope for yesterday was:

"A day for entertainment and socialization. You might catch a play, a party, a comedy act, or just laugh at life's absurdities."

This was pretty spot-on, because yesterday was the party that Lucy gave for me! You see, some months ago, Lucy said that if I came to San Francisco on my vacation, she'd give me a party, and who could turn down an offer like that! Not me, I'll admit it, I have no self control in that regard. Well, said party was yesterday!

It was an afternoon party, a little sandwiches and cookies kind of party, and Lucy was going to make cookies (and in fact, John did make some) but I had brought the Giant Box of Culligan Cookies and basically stood by them the entire party exhorting people to "Eat the fucking cookies!" Hey, I was the Queen of the Party, and these were my laws! You could tell I was the Queen, because I was wearing the crown.

Which you will see when I get the pictures from Trish! It was a great crown, though it was made for a child and absolutely made permanent dents in my head. I am deformed for life, but that's the price Royalty pays.

The first to arrive was Trish, the digital picture taker, who was a bit early because she just couldn't wait to meet me! Well, she said that it was because she had just gotten off the plane from Chicago, but hey, if you want to be all surface about it, you believe that.

Next, also early, were Eleanor and Jen, so the party was off to a rollicking start before it even started! I know just having three people doesn't sound that rollicking, but trust me, when the three people are the three people that were there, plus Lucy and me, it rollicks, dammit.

I have seen Jen about twenty million times since 1997 (okay, maybe it was just five or six times, but that is twenty million in on-line journal years), so she was certainly a known quantity, but Trish I didn't know at all, and the famous Ms. E I had only heard rumours of.

They were both great, Trish was a real hoot, terribly funny and cheerful--she reminded me alot of my friend Melanie. And Eleanor is one of those people who starts to talk and the room falls silent, desperate to catch every golden word. Or I can only assume that that happens in a roomful of civilians, as a roomful of on-line journallers actually paused momentarily from telling their own stories, which is unusual to say the least! Especially on my part.

Then...o, I cannot remember in what order then next few people came, but there was Mo, whom I asked where her flowered dress was, because that's what she was wearing when I saw her last, and because she hadn't expected to stay the night, that was all I ever saw her wear, and she kept exclaiming that we were getting the wrong impression, that she wasn't really a flowered-dress kind of person. At the party she was an all-in-black kind of person, so I guess that she was telling the truth! Either that, or she was hiding away her secret flowered-dress soul.

Then there was Michael Rawdon, who I think looks more like every picture ever taken of himself than anyone else ever has. That made no sense. You know how most people look either better or worse or at least different than pictures of themselves? Well, Michael looks exactly the same. It's like watching a photograph wandering around in real life. Alright, I am making no sense whatsoever. Never mind.

Then this very nice, sweet faced girl was introduced to me, and I had no idea whatsoever who the hell that she was, until hours later when she referred to an email exchange that we had had, and then I realized that it was Sei! I never knew her real name, not to mention the fact that really did think that she was Japanese.

There was also a non-journaller, famous blogger Bill Humphries, to whom I said, "I only don't like the blogs that are basically lists of links," and he said, "Well, that's what mine is!" I have never been accused of not being flexible enough to constantly be putting my foot in my mouth.

Another non-journaller, but she counts as one anyway, Catherine deCuir made a flying visit, dropped off by her husband and son, and then gathered back up again about an hour later. She was terribly sweet, and we almost chased her family away to make her stay longer, but 'twas not to be.

Somewhat late, due to important eggnog-making, were my sweetheart Michael Walsh along with my surprise present, Never! Of course, it wasn't a surprise then, but it was a surprise when Michael told me about it when I saw him in NY last month.

It was such a treat meeting her, I immediately dubbed her the Christmas Ho, or rather, the Christmas Ho Ho Ho, though I cannot remember why. I may not remember why I started calling her that, but the fact that she admitted freely that she had brought to San Francisco about nine skirts and no tops at all! Clearly, I named her well.

Now that I'm done sucking everyone's asses, I barely remember anything that happened at the party!

I do remember that the party changed personalities several times--first we were a sitting together in the living room taking turns talking kind of party, then we were a standing in the dining room near the food with drinks in our hands having multiple conversations kind of party, and then back to the sitting and one big conversation thing.

Michael's fetishistic eggnog was extremely good, though very rich, and we had champagne and chicken salad sandwiches, a species of sandwich that I have never tasted before, and was extremely good! The Giant Box of Culligan Cookies were about half eaten, not as much as I had hoped, but basically, there were only fourteen of us (after Lucy's friend Denise arrived later) and we could only eat so many of them.

After some hours, Lucy was faint with hunger and said that she was going out to dinner, and the rest of us could come if we so chose. Which we did! We went to an Italian restaurant around the corner with great food and an extremely entertainingly rudely funny waiter, the kind of waiter that I used to be, actually.

Also, Michael Walsh was really loaded, which was fun. He neither acted not sounded drunk, but he started talking about all sorts of inappropriate things, and it was terribly funny.

For instance, as we entered the restaurant, he was talking about someone being on her period, then he mentioned me ovulating, and Never asked if he was privy to all the female journallers cycles, and he said in ringing tones as we entered the restaurant,

"Well, she's the one who writes things like 'I'm ovulating now, which means that all I am wondering is how long it will take to get that cock in my mouth!' "

All of the other diners turned as one to stare at him. It really was a beautiful moment.

And we ate and we drank, and then we walked back to Casa Huntzinger, and most people left at the door, but a few came inside to wind down.

When the last reveler left, it was, I don't know, 11p? Not bad for a party that started at 2p! And why did it last so long? Because I'm the Queen, that's why! It's good to be the Queen.

Today's horoscope:
Extravagance comes more easily today and your sense of luxury is in high focus. Do not spend rashly.

One year ago today:
Today would have been my father's 84th birthday. Happy birthday, Daddy, I miss you.

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