|What started out as a subdued evening of light jazz and cheese platters ....|
|... soon became complicated by the mysterious hugging woman in the gold dress and black feathers.|
|She was always stirring up things and giving people ideas.|
|The drunken elf got the idea that what this party needed was some cabaret singing ... so he carefully explained his plan to the singer.|
|"Yeah baby ... that's what I'm talking about", said the drunken elf.|
|Some of the partygoers joined in with a little more exuberance and "excitement" than others.|
|The drunken elf was impressed by the exuberance and excitement.|
|"My oh my I just love a wild cabaret show!"|
|"Why is it that this party always seems to get out of hand, why can't
we just have a nice sophisticated evening in Trenton?", she said with
a sigh of despair.
"I thought being a hostess would be glamorous ... Shoot, where's
my damn drink?"