Catering Gig, Part Deux

Saturday night consisted of another catering gig in Soho for a private party. I did this party last year with Ev and Iz. Let me set up the scene: The party is thrown by this married couple about 5 years older than I, with a $5 million apartment in SoHo. The apartment has an elevator that opens up inside the apartment, the bedroom doors are frosted glass, the artwork is taller than I, the kitchen has appliances that I am not sure of their purpose (but they look cool) and well....you get the picture. The couple really doesn't care what we do (eat, drink, make fun of the guests, etc), as long as the drinks are poured and the food is always there. Here are the highlights of the night:

• Ev is unofficially the funniest person I have ever met.
• Three lychee martinis in 40 minutes seemed like a great idea until the next morning. I won't complain about free, top shelf alcohol and getting paid to drink it though.
  
• Last year Iz and I were asked if we were lesbian lovers. This year one of the guests said to Ev, "oh, I see the lesbians are back this year."
• Playing "guess who you think I think is cute or wanna get with" the entire night is crucial to a good time.
  
• Rich people get way too dressed up for these parties.
  
• Food: we ate an incredible amount. So massive, that Iz coined the nickname "Piggy".
• I was bombed by the time we left, but still went out for a night cap at PS450 with JT.
  

We are booked for next year's party with them. More food, drinks, and fun at someone else's expense.