July 23rd, 1995

July 23

Never in my life have I been to a soiree of this sort. Slated to begin on Friday Night and end in the wee hours on Saturday morning, the many guests are still partying hardy.

As I told you recently, the only part of my original idea for this party that actually saw the light of day was the Eiffel tower cake. So, come time to present the cake, I'm lighting the candle and Michelle enters the kitchen. "Can I help?" she asks.

Without waiting for an answer she picks up the cake and starts walking toward the living room announcing that it was cake time. Fine. Whatever.

No big deal. Tara blows out the candle and of course Michelle says,

"Carrie, would you please do the honors." So I carried the cake with it's extinguished candle back into the kitchen and began slicing it up. I cut a few pieces and put them on plates on the counter next to me. Michelle stands there waiting for me to give her a piece. So, I picked up a plate with cake and I "gave" it to her. It's not my fault she can't catch. Anyway, the cake "slipped" off the plate and did a somersault down her white shirt leaving a trail of purple icing.

"OOPS."

"You did that on purpose!"

"It wasn't me. It was... a ghost! "

Michelle certainly wasn't going to stand for that. She picked up another piece of cake and threw it at me.

Apparently Tara's friend, Wulf wasn't going to stand for that. He reached into the cake with his big hairy paw, pulled out a chunk of it's flesh and threw it at Michelle, screaming like Fozzie Bear, "CAKE FIGHT!"

I can't tell you what happened next.

Not because I don't remember, not because I don't want to, but because it was just one big blur of whip cream flying before my eyes. The Spot had suddenly became a giant blender set on puree.

Lon and Britt were particularly vicious. Pounding each other with mushed up wads of frosting. At one point I saw Britt stick a can of Readiwhip down Lon's shorts and fire! The two of them were so sticky I thought they were going to be permanently glued together.

2. Michelle's Brother

The mysterious importer, world traveler, who dropped in at The Spot is one of the most refreshingly interesting people have ever met.

We chatted for a while about what it was like to not have physical roots, but to be linked to lands across the world by his sometimes presence and always remembrance. Here's a guy who spends his whole life traveling the globe, making a ton of money and giving most of it to starving families and Michelle calls him a monster. I see her point. Come on... he's a handsome, charming, benevolent, fun, outgoing and down right likable saint.

3. Hank

My ex-boss showed up at the party on Friday night. He surprised me though.

Instead of being obnoxious like I expected, he was drunk and obnoxious. He claimed he just wanted to "patch things up." Jeff went after him like a rabid dog, getting right in his face, shouting and screaming. I've never seen such anger in a person in real life. It was genuinely frightening.

I didn't relax again until the cake fight distracted me. Jeff, along with Lon escorted Hank out. Is it possible that Lon was telling the truth? Is Jeff the phantom Book Zone Brute?

God I hope I never piss him off.

### Britt

\*\*\*Posted July 24th, 1995

July 23

I'm sure you've heard about the party we had over the weekend -- such a dignified affair. I won't bore you with the details of all the pillaging and plundering that went on here, but two incidents are worth reporting:

Joanne spent the whole night slithering around like a cat in heat, wrapping herself around every guy in the place. I guess Lon has finally seen how shallow she is and wants nothing to do with her.

Then Joanne got

Carrie trapped near the refrigerator for a few seconds, and I could see that Carrie was uncomfortable and just wanted to escape. A few minutes later, I happened to be near the refrigerator

myself. Though I had my back to them, I overheard Carrie say "No, there's a good heart under there, even though he sometimes acts like a jerk." She was defending Lon -- good for her! Then Joanne said "I bet you all think he's such a great lover, don't you? Carrie looked squirmy and started to protest, but there was no stopping Joanne. "Let me tell you something. I FAKED IT with Lon. Every time." She said this loud enough for everyone in the kitchen to overhear, which needless to say caused a break in the general conversation.

Now, Joanne's slutting around is her business, but I draw the line when she says something like that about one of my best friends.

"Joanne," I interrupted, "you're out of here. Now." Fortunately she was too startled to resist when I grabbed the back of her blouse, shoved her out the back stairs and slammed and locked the door. Everyone in the kitchen was staring with their mouths open, so I took the opportunity to make an announcement. "I don't want anyone letting that bitch back in this house tonight." Then I took a risk.

"Or ever." Hey, it may ruffle a few feathers that I'm exercising my rights as a Spotmate, but these birds can take it.

THEN.... I'm coming down the stairs early this morning and heard loud voices coming from Jeff's room. I crept closer and heard Tara. I knew there was something going on there because... isn't there always something going on if you look deep enough? She was crying, softy, and then she stormed out. What could that be about, I wondered. I'm not going to tell you what I found because I don't want to gossip, but I will tell you what I did after that. First, I went back to Lon's room, gathered up socks and underwear from his floor (he's such a slob). Then later, after Tara left for the airport, I snuck into her room, mussed up her comforter cover and put the clothes on the chair by the big bay window near her bed. And for this finishing touch, I dropped an open condom packet into the mix...and put a note under Jeff's door to please fix the broken glass in Tara's window. That big bay window right next to her bed. I wonder if Jeff will suffer as much over Tara's indiscretion as Tara suffered over his. Oh, I've gotten very friendly with my Polaroid camera in recent days. Around here, there's always a photo opportunity. More later.

July 23rd, 1995

## External links

* Carrie/Britt's entry
* Michelle's entry
* Tara's entry
* Lon's entry