Oh what a night!

On Friday, I innocently sent out party invitations. I had no idea I could have so much fun on my blog or that the festivities would roll over into Saturday. Somehow news of the party got to the A-listers and we had celebrity guests!

All right, I admit, I pestered Meryl with so many questions she had to hide in the bathroom. It’s just that she’s worked with so many leading men … and that accent thing …

But I take no responsibility for the arrival of those cops … or their subsequent suspension. By the way, I’m happy to report that Cynthia has been cleared of all charges. It was all a case of mistaken identity.

Karen showed up in fancy new shoes, Christine came in pjs and Cynthia in her exercise shorts, and they all looked Fab-u-lous.

Kasie and Candice dropped by and then backed into a corner to shake their heads when some of us acted like drunk monkeys … oh, wait, I think there might have been drunk monkeys here. The rumor is, Kasie started six new novels while she here.

Danielle was having so much fun, she left Brad (Angelinaless) to run home to send an invitation to her friends.

Lisa popped in for a beer and a dance on her way out of town (smart move, Lisa.) Mireille kept the dancing going … with Brad, no less.

About dawn, Danielle’s friend Joseph got the message and wandered over here. He dropped off delicious cupcakes, and then Cristina brought a full breakfast spread.

Jessica and Ann behaved themselves and stuck to civilized games. Tricia, Danielle, and Karen got wrapped up with Johnny Depp, Brendan Fraiser, and Paulo Costanzo in clothing optional Twister. I’m keeping mum on whether they were the ones who corrupted the cops, but Twister was involved.

Pamela had one too many margaritas and outed Professor Snape. She coveted my blog banner; I coveted her hair color.

Some of us discussed those immensely important writing topics … like shortened links for Twitter and blog stats (but, of course, we don’t really care about stats.)

Jennifer’s been laid up with a bad back, but couldn’t resist the lure and finally got some hot guys to carry her in on a golden litter to squeal with delight at the sight of a fellow Quebecer.

Joseph Grinton dropped by, but took one look at the mayhem and decided to go directly to the office and record his thoughts on writing software.

Unfortunately, Cathryn and Judy couldn’t make it, but I hope Judy enjoyed the cheesecake Karen took her.

Thank you, friends, for coming over and letting your hair down. We’ll do it again sometime.