May Fair was not a bad party. In fact, I would say it was a pretty good party. But I have been to that party something like a dozen times now, and I think I might be more or less done with needing to attend that party.
I am nowhere near done wearing a lobster on my head, though. If you are having a fancy shellfish-themed party any time soon, please alert me at your earliest convenience.
The dinner, by the way, was a complete waste of time. The Paisley Players and the other performers were a delight, of course, but the rampant fuckery that resulted in us sitting on a wet roof picking at plates of wet food for two hours was basically inexcusable.
