Because We're Not Dead Yet - Part Three

UPDATE: Martha Jane just sent me photos of three people that I hadn't photographed so I thought I'd add them.
Kathy Buckley and Martha Jane

Ant and Diane Nichols

Rick Overton
getting ready to beat the crap out of the manager, who is hanging by his head, the only logical place to hang one from. After all, they do take 15% .


Our hosts, Elayne Boosler and her husband Bill Siddons.

When I told Bill what great artwork he had, he replied without a trace of regret, "It's all Elayne, she won't let me hang anything." Now that's a great husband who has been properly trained. Hot guy Number One, the food server, although he had his eyes closed. He's 21, my waist size. Shut up.Hot guy Number Two, the bartender. Hard to believe he's older than I am.

Only attractive people are eligible for Cater-waitering in Los Angeles. It's not unusual to go to big Hollywood events and see the guests cruising the staff. You should see our UPS drivers. Hands down, the hottest guys in L.A. We used to have one who was so hot that three of us used to order crap off EBay just so he'd come to our building. Then we'd ask him dumb questions like, "What's a stamp?" He now has a movie career.

Hiram Kasten, Karen Haber, Felicia Michaels and Martha Jane of Cocktails From Hawaii who flew in from Honolulu for the party.

Freddy Stoller, who hasn't aged one bit, which I found very annoying. Extremely annoying.

And finally, my arch enemy Jenée who has her cleavage hanging out, for a CHANGE.

I'm sorry I didn't take pictures of everyone and I apologize to those I didn't get. I think we have to hire a photographer for the next event since there were over 90 people in attendance this year and we expect a bigger turnout next year. It was just overwhelming to meet up with people we hadn't seen in many years, some of them from New York and the leaner years, and remember to take their picture. But from all the emails I've been getting from comics who don't live in L.A., they love the pictures more than my astute and brilliant commentary. Whatever.

All night long, no matter what group of comedians I was talking to, the same topic came up over and over, how great it was to get together with our own kind. You could make inappropriate jokes about loaded topics and no one flinched or called you out. You didn't have to be polite and you could swear and bitch without people staring at you with that horrified look I sometimes get when I ...never mind. I think my arch enemy Jenée said it best: "You never have to follow any sentence with just kidding."

What made this party better than every other party? Because everyone was invited, not just the white heterosexual males who hung out together back in the day. We had Black people! We had Asian people! We had women! We had gays! We had Ann Abeyta the Mexican who couldn't spell pinata! I'm never going to let that go.

End of party chat.