Today’s comment diversion comes to you courtesy of the lovely Mrs. Julien, who apparently would like to dine with a bunch of dead people. This being Pajiba, dead people and zombie fascinations are not only tolerated, they’re encouraged. (I’m not sure how hungry we’d be, sitting around the table with a group of semi-fleshed beings, but what the hell?) We’ll indulge our hostess by tweaking the classic Dinner Party rules a bit.
Since it was her idea, I figure we’re all headed to the great hall of Mrs. Julien’s gigantic home. It must be gigantic—after all—she invited us. I’m certain there will be fancy cocktails by the gallon and a feast the likes of which Tyrion Lannister, himself, would order. From what I read on the invitation, we each get +5, deceased guests only.
Here’s Mrs. Julien’s list:
my maternal grandfather ( I never met him)
my paternal grandmother (I never met her)
While I admire your choices, Mrs. J., I’m going to liven up this shindig with at least a couple of hot guests. Hope you don’t mind. My +5 are: Michael Hutchence, Heath Ledger, Salvador Dalí, Edgar Allen Poe and Dominick Dunne (he would fill the night with great stories and gossip).
Let’s go, Pajibans; RSVP below with your invitees and please remember to bring our kind hostess hostess a gift.