So last Saturday I had to work a shift for a party some woman was throwing for her husband to celebrate his 70th birthday.
It was a tented event on the grounds of a place called Fearrington Village (which you can peek at here: http://www.fearrington.com/).
The party involved such entertainment as character actors walking around interacting with the guests [cheesy] and tango dance group [sorta cheesy] and three tenors doing opera [had they had old Bugs Bunny cartoons projected behind them on a backdrop? Priceless].
Some guy actually said this: "This is the nicest party I have been to that I didn't pay $1,000 to get into."
He was met by much laughter.
Some days you feel like Bob Newhart,
other days you feel like Peter Sellers.
