The dinner party was going great. All the guests were mingling in my home which I opened for an evening of delicious food and donations to a new charity foundation for children in need. These people were top notch and I was surprised that some of them even showed up to begin with. But, I knew they had thick wallets and I was going to come after them.
The attire wasn’t too formal, it was pretty relaxed. A lot of the stars wore jeans and the women managed to put on jean skirts to wear into public. I was probably the most elegantly dressed.
“Ah, Harry.” A man said from behind me as I came away from another conversation. “Isn’t this grand. You sure do know how to put on a party."
I smiled, "Well, thank you. It’s for the kids, like always.” I patted him on the shoulder in the charismatic way that got people to hand over checks. That’s exactly what happened.
“Twenty-five hundred for you.” He said, placing his signature on the check and handing it over.
“Thank you.” I smiled and accepted the check, adding it to the others. He moved on to mingle with the other guests and hopefully get a good piece of gossip to put in his blog (which is rather unsuccessful but everyone gives him props for trying). I made my way around my home, checking in with each group of people as they discussed politics or who they ate out with for lunch or who they ate out during lunch most of the crap that I can just look up on Facebook or check on Twitter.
“Harry! My man!” It was David coming from the kitchen with a beer. He handed me a blank check with his signature on it.
“Uh, you know this isn’t filled out right?” I ask him as he takes a large gulp from his drink.
“Yeah, dude, do what you want with it, I don’t care.” He laughed, took another drink and then stumbled away.
“Make good choices!” I yell at him as he goes away. Looking at the check I place it with the others and go back to making my rounds.
I talked with the Lawyer who won my divorce with my wife, getting me all the money she owned because she was unstable, my account manager, my mom (why was she here?), my dad (I knew he was coming), a few of my neighbors, my hair stylist, and finally my cousin.
“I flew in from Paris.” He said, drinking some wine and looking around. “This is fun, do you do this often?” He asked.