Housewarming Party

Tired of crosswords? Looking for a new challenge? Try reading this story about my housewarming party and see if you can guess:

WHAT’S WRONG WITH THIS PICTURE?

As the first car pulls up through the family crested iron gates (no family crest, no iron gates), and through stage I security (concealed ditch in dirt road), I can see it’s my dear friend Kitty Hawks in her dusty and dented pick-up truck (Kitty Hawks in a dusty and dented pick-up truck—don’t think so). After that, it’s a steady stream of cars passing under the porte cochère (no porte cochère). Each guest is greeted by champagne bearing servants, and ushered into the receiving hall (must be someone else’s party) where musicians (iPod) set the mood.

Looking around I see Laura Bohn and David Mann having a quiet conversation with Joan Chan about the design. Laura is relatively silent, having no opinion (Laura Bohn not having an opinion about design has never happened). Joan is concerned with her friend David Mann’s dismay about the interrupted wall of glass (this will only make sense if you have been keeping up with my blog). Karen Fisher of Designer Previews is scouring the room looking for new design talent, not thinking at all about her agent fee. Marilyn Bethany is rapidly taking notes and snapping pictures for Rural Intelligence, as my guest list is a veritable who’s who of the Columbia County elite (Columbia County elite? See below).

Whether or not I become Paul Mesta remains to be seen. Honing my social skills will take some time. I am, after all, rapidly approaching middle age (approached, met, and cruised past). Besides, the country should be about tranquility, a retreat from the wild, hectic social life I lead in the city where my every move seems to be recorded on page six (of my diary). For the present, I will just have to accept the role of the new kid on the block (approached, met, and cruised past) on Brokeback Mountain.