If you don't know her from when we danced dirty at my Goodbye Brooklyn party back in April of 2002, do yourself a favor and familiarize yourself with the background to this story right now. (Don't worry, it'll open a new window and when you're done you can just close it and you'll be right back here, kay?)
Before we get into the party pics, there's a story that needs to be told.
This is Tamara. She's #1 because she showed up for the party early. week early. Picture it: it's around 1am on the Wednesday a
week before the party. I just had gotten home and all of the sudden,
my door buzzer sounds. I walk out into the stairwell right outside my
door (I live on the 2nd floor) and I see my upstairs neighbor Mike standing
at the top of the stairs looking down at me. I figure he has guests
that rang my bell and his bell so I say, "Don't worry Mike,
I'll let them in." (Figuring they were Mike's guests).
I go downstairs, open the door and Tamara says "Hi, we're here
for the party." (She had her roommate with her). I'm like, "Oh,
okay - It's upstairs." (Pointing in the direction of Mike's floor).
I run up the stairs and go into my apartment (the door shuts behind
me). I go into my room and shut the door. A second later, I hear someone
talking to me over the music I had playing - I figure it's my roommate,
Victoria, asking me who was at the door. I walk out of my room to tell
her that they rang our bell by accident and I walk out to see Tamara
and her roommate standing in my living room.
Tamara says:
"We're here for the party!" (holds up bottle of vodka triumphantly).
Me (confused):
"Um, okay. I guess it's upstairs." Tamara:
"Emma's party?" Me (not making the connection):
"Um, okay. I guess it's upstairs." Tamara:
"But I recognize you from the
invite in the picture with Emma." Me:
"Emma Taylor?" Tamara: "Yes." Me: "Oh, that party would be NEXT
week." Tamara: "Ohmigod." (covers face). Me: "Doh!" Tamara: "In that case, could you put
this vodka in the freezer?" Me: "Sure." Tamara: (Turns. Leaves my apartment in
a hurry).