I think the rule is if someone invites you to a party, you are the guest. That generally means that you aren't paying to attend (unless that's made clear before you arrive, like a cover or bar charge). So, when you are in a situation where a lot of people are doing some pretty heavy drinking of some top shelf product, you don't expect to have to cover their costs.
I don't want to name names here. That's just not my style. And no, it wasn't any of the wonderful people over at MTV. In fact, they deserved to be bought the bar for all of the running around back and forth, in and out of the TRL studios! It was the New York City Marathon over there, and I think vanessaminnillo got the biggest workout, going from the roof to the street to the green room to the stage! She fluttered around Times Square like a piece of confetti and was just as cute.
Anyway, back to the complaints... If you know you aren't going to be paying for your drinks, think about who is. And you don't have to get the whole bar in your belly! You're only going to dump it into the toilet in a few hours... one way or another!
Is that the way to bring in the new year? All red-eyed and headachey, indulging so much you don't even remember the party you were at the night before? Sleeping right through all daylight hours? Eh. I attended three parties overall and had a total of 6 drinks all night, none of which I drained. And look! I can create a coherent sentence. And I can balance my checkbook, despite that evil bartab.
I think maybe next year I'll stick to leaving home with no billfold, no plastic. Then I won't be the one left holding the receipt! Let that be a lesson to me. It's better to give than to receive (the check)!
I could go into great detail about all of this, but I think people would say I'm being petty. Maybe I am. Well, if there's one thing I am... it's fair. So, perhaps I'll plan my own little soiree when I get back home. Maybe I'll rent out a venue for a little Valentine mixer? I don't think we've had a good Valentine's party since Hef got his seventh (current) girlfriend. That's far too long. But not as long as it's been since Hef got his seventh (overall) girlfriend! That was World War II or something like that!
I'm rambling now. I'm babbling now. Truthfully, it could have been a lot worse. If I had to pick up the tab at PUFFY'S party, I'd be in debt through New Years, 2044. That wouldn't be good for anybody. And at least the hors d'oevures weren't on the bill. A small favor in the form of a jumbo shrimp.
I hope you all had a lovely New Year's and that you all got to drink for free, like a lot of my friends did!
Welcome to 2004!