Ron hosted another of his frequent parties - this time a champagne party in honor of Nat's birthday. And as always, he was a superb host, offering plates of brie and crackers, fresh fruit, bowls of edamame, spinach croquets, bite-size quiches, fresh baked chocolate chip cookies, and of course only-the-best champagne.
With our champagne glasses perpetually filled, old and new faces were embraced, career stories and advice exchanged, politics discussed, the latest dating fiascos shared, and of course who can forget the dancing! Salsa dancing reigned through the night with everyone showing off their latest moves. I, on the other hand, managed to hip-hop-ize salsa and equally had a great time on the dance floor.
The only blip during the night was the heebie jeebies I was getting from H. A Canadian who apparently studied in London and tries too hard to pass off an English accent. Dude! Just be yourself. There is no bigger turn-off than insincerity. Plus rumor has it that he has a major case of Asian fetish. Friends told me that H had brought along not one but two Korean trophy girls to the previous gathering - all decked out as if they had just stepped off a Korean Gayo stage. Puh-lease! There is no way I will ever be an exotic Asian lotus flower for anyone.
By the way, at a party a few weekends ago, I was told that I speak like a white person. This coming from a Korean American that spoke like a black person. Go figure.
Sunday, August 12, 2007
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