The Talk of the Town: Fiammi *apologies to the New Yorker and Lillian Ross for cribbing their style. We stood in the kitchen parlor, at this point frosted with leftover snacks and empty wine bottles talking to our friends Betsy and Daryl, who were discussing the finer points of Pennsylvanian pickle-dropping rituals. Daryl, who has only been in the city for a few months after growing sick of reporting for Small Town U.S.A. Weekly showed genuine interest in the crowds overall view on Manhattan living. "You see, at first New York makes you feel more you then you've ever felt before and it draws out all the emotions and passions you've always you wanted to reveal. Then it stabs those passions and emotions into tiny tiny pieces." "And don't forget about how it makes you fall in love with unavailable people! Like professers! Or bald people!" Daryl, for his part, just sipped contentedly on his as-of-yet-unamed drink invention, a combination of gin and cherry 7-Up. We're suprised to see someone grabbing at our belt and pulling us away from the conversation. Turns out, it's Fiona, one half of the lovely duo that's hosting tonight's fête. "That's a great belt you've got there, but some of the rivets are missing!", she says. Too much in the spirit of things to be embarrased by our Bohemian squalor we explain that the belt is not in fact ours, but stolen from one of our old roomates. It's at this point we realize that we may not be really talking to Fiona at all, that we have no idea who we're talking to, but they're saying something nice about us and point out how some of the guests have stolen the cheesey rotating party lamp and brought it into the bedroom to manufacture a homemade dance party. The current playlist seems to involve lots of New Order and the dance style can only be described as "enthusiastic jumping in place". Jen pulled us aside, sporting a very fetching hat and we chatted for a while on a zebra striped bean bag chair. Earlier in the evening we are accosted by another friend of ours, Kevin, who bravely fought the monsoon-like rain outside to come to Fiammi, dressed in an upbeat pastel floral print to fight off the dreariness outside. He has brought with him a small object of curiosity for our entertainment; a copy of Teen People Magazine with an article about a gay blind-date involving a former mutual acquaintance of many of the guests named Will. "You see here, he describes himself not only as friendly and having a good sense of humour, but he calls himself charming as well!", one of us notes. Betsy turns to another guest and says, "Didn't you used to be in love with Will?" "God, no!", the guest exclaims, going on to say, "We played Nintendo 64 Games and then he sort of dissapeared. After he came out, he came up to me and tweaked my nipple once at a Mexican resteraunt, but that was it!" Later, the guest was heard admonishing Betsy, "I'm here with a friend who didn't know that I'm gay!" Kevin interuppted and said, gesturing expansively, "I don't know- your friend didn't look like he was deaf, dumb AND blind", before pouring another glass of wine for the only slightly perturbed guest. We were introduced to Laura briefly, whose blog is filled with interesting things. Someone asked what a blog was and most of us admirably stifled the laughter, though Daryl insists that his site is an 'online journal'. As the night drew towards a close, we found ourselves in the coat room bidding people good-bye with host Sammi, who was still in disbelief that her co-host had left her own party to go to another party. It was generally agreed that the party had been a success in that everyone left unsure of whether they would get home or not and that no EMT's were needed. Betsy came in and we made plans to visit Boston to see the sights in the near future and we all reveled in the minor celebrity we had achieved through our blogs.

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