THE BEAUTIFUL AND THE DAMNED-- Tommi Knocker

    Was there ever a time, in human history, when there weren't parties? Tommi doubts it, and if there is, Tommi doesn't want to know about it. I like the vision of a bunch of Homo erectus (!) sitting around in a nice warm cave, nibbling on pinyon- smoked iguana and giant sloth tartare, quaffing fermented honey from gourds and doing whatever Homo erecti of various genders did when they were feeling particularly good... but I digress.

    There was a very,very private party at a certain developer's home, with a certain mayor, certain attorneys, Town officials, etc., a couple of nights after the brouhaha at our last Town Council meeting. Tommi wasn't invited, of course, but one of his/her informants report that the mood was conspiratorial, sombre, and, well, almost sinister. No inebriating drinks or substances, no rich foods, just minimalist horsed-overs and fizzy water and such, and much whispering and snarling about a certain shamanistically-inclined Councilmember and his followers and What To Do About Them. Not my kind of party, thank you very much... Unless Dennis Rodman or RuPaul is helping provide security! Imagine being manhandled out the door by one of them. It makes Tommi Knocker's stockings run, just thinking about it...