Hi, Iām Andrew McKinley-- Iām with Eclectic Food, wow, is that a Richard Tyler?... No? Iād swear it was a Richard Tyler, listen, weāre doing some great parties in town this month-- let me give you my card... thanks. Did you go to the Oscars? You look just like Sharon Stone!
She looked more like Agnes Moorhead.
Hi, Iām Andrew McKinley. I used to work for Royal Catering and Iām now with Eclectic Food and weāre doing some great parties this month, Iād love to get into business with you÷let me give you my card...äIt was called networking and I hated it but John Daniel said it was the best way to get parties with the Hollywood A-list÷so there I was, selling it the best I could.
Weād gotten the commission on a gallery on Melrose Avenue, small at first, only fifty or sixty at each opening÷but all this yearās Oscar nominees had been seen lately at this gallery called ćNOW.ä John Daniel was convinced it was the way into the big leagues and so agreed that Eclectic Food would do the first six months at NOW÷at a very low rate, just to get in the door. It seemed to be working. Barbra Streisandās people had called, as well as the publicist for some major television series. They needed an in-house caterer for one of the studios. It was working.
I pitched in and worked this evening and was almost on auto-pilot when I heard a hideous crash! Someone had dropped an entire tray of champagne flutes filled with Crystal.
And that someone was me.
I looked down and realized I was standing in a huge sea of expensive champagne and very cheap glasses, broken to smithereens. Then I looked at what it was that had made me do that.
Well, not what who, is more appropriate.
He stopped at the doorway and looked right at me-- a petrified expression plastered across his face.
And just stood there.
Why?
I heard myself asking that... "why?"
Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?
Then I donāt remember anything else.
