Sweet Tits Whoomped her way into last place! (But at least she managed to block Fatty from gloating with his "I'm number one!" pose in the background).
If you don't know her from when we danced dirty at my Goodbye Brooklyn party back in April of 2002, do yourself a favor and familiarize yourself with the background to this story right now. (Don't worry, it'll open a new window and when you're done you can just close it and you'll be right back here, kay?)
Before we get into the party pics, there's a story that needs to be told.
This is Tamara. She's #1 because she showed up for the party early. week early. Picture it: it's around 1am on the Wednesday a
week before the party. I just had gotten home and all of the sudden,
my door buzzer sounds. I walk out into the stairwell right outside my
door (I live on the 2nd floor) and I see my upstairs neighbor Mike standing
at the top of the stairs looking down at me. I figure he has guests
that rang my bell and his bell so I say, "Don't worry Mike,
I'll let them in." (Figuring they were Mike's guests).
I go downstairs, open the door and Tamara says "Hi, we're here
for the party." (She had her roommate with her). I'm like, "Oh,
okay - It's upstairs." (Pointing in the direction of Mike's floor).
I run up the stairs and go into my apartment (the door shuts behind
me). I go into my room and shut the door. A second later, I hear someone
talking to me over the music I had playing - I figure it's my roommate,
Victoria, asking me who was at the door. I walk out of my room to tell
her that they rang our bell by accident and I walk out to see Tamara
and her roommate standing in my living room.
Tamara says:
"We're here for the party!" (holds up bottle of vodka triumphantly).
Me (confused):
"Um, okay. I guess it's upstairs." Tamara:
"Emma's party?" Me (not making the connection):
"Um, okay. I guess it's upstairs." Tamara:
"But I recognize you from the
invite in the picture with Emma." Me:
"Emma Taylor?" Tamara: "Yes." Me: "Oh, that party would be NEXT
week." Tamara: "Ohmigod." (covers face). Me: "Doh!" Tamara: "In that case, could you put
this vodka in the freezer?" Me: "Sure." Tamara: (Turns. Leaves my apartment in
a hurry).