Where one can have her cake and eat it, too

Last night, I got decked out like a 1920's film star for Luxury, a CAKE party at Salon -- lace dress, feather boa, big diamond earrings, black liquid eyeliner, red lipstick and a Veronica Lake 'do. I think the main reason I like CAKE parties is because I get to dress for a theme.

Julia Stiles was at the party. She was not dressed for the theme, but I forgive her because I loved Save the Last Dance and 10 Things I Hate About You. Shut up.

The Roommate and Jo Boobs both had CAKE dancer gigs at the party and were, as always, fabulous.

I was invited into the bathroom for drugs and more twice, once by a hot chick and once by a cute boy. Other than that, it was the tamest CAKE party I've been to yet. Not that they're usually orgies or anything. Well, the Catholic school girl-themed one was kind of an orgy.

The cute boy was kind of an ass, but I hung out with him because he looked like Woody Harrelson and he amused me. When I declined the drugs-and-more offer, he said, very intently, "I'm going to go to the bathroom, quickly. I want you to wait here, and when I get back, I want to dance with you." I said "All right, Chief," but he was gone too long and I got bored so I wandered off and didn't bump into him again. I don't think I gave him my phone number, at least I hope I didn't.