Kahala's Most Wanted...A New Year's First!

Every year, my husband and I throw a New Year’s Eve Party. This year’s theme was “An Evening in Paris.” It was great! (If I do say so myself.)

It was French inspiration everywhere you turned…from the valet attendants, to the wait servers. There were drag queens greeting guests outside as very high-class prostitutes and our photographer had a drop dead gorgeous assistant in UndercoverWear’s Hot Samba Nights – our male guests are still talking about her (or should I say wagging their tongues?) That wasn’t all…we had a French Burlesque Show, a caricature artist, jazz musicians, a French chef and of course, wild music in the disco. Formidable!

However, something happened that evening that has never ever happened at any of our parties – and a lot has happened over the years. We’ve had people fall down stairs, we’ve inadvertently invited both the wife and the girlfriend of a guest, we’ve discovered sleeping guests the next morning in a bedroom and so much more.

But for the first time ever, we had “party crashers.”

We always greet our guests at our front door. When these two chicks arrived, I turned to my husband and said, “I don’t know them.” He assured me that someone must have brought them. But seriously, no one brings extra guests to our parties unless they ask. For a few moments, however, I gave them the benefit of the doubt.

I then asked my assistant Taryn to get their names. Of course, she was successful. I watched “Allison and Rachel” chat with our guests and eat our escargot. Now, I was getting annoyed.

I approached them with my sweetest smile and said, “So ladies, who do you know here?” One answered, “Oh the lady in the living room.” I responded, “And what might her name be?” Without skipping a beat, she said, “Rosalee.” 

Of course, I responded not quite so pleasantly, “There is no Rosalee here. You crashed our party, how rude.”

They started in with a series of excuses about living on Diamond Head, having just come back from Sri Lanka and oh yes, one “had too much to drink.” Like I really cared.     (They were still holding their champagne glasses the whole time!)

So I continued, “Again, I can’t believe you would be so rude.”

“Well OK, we’ll leave,” the drunk one conceded. Well that’s a thought!

Then, she thought she’d make one last request, “Can I just have one more glass of champagne before we leave?” 

Hello?????  I took the glass out of her hand and said, “No, I really don’ t think so. Time to leave. Happy New Year!”

The audacity!

I’d forgotten about the incident until we got our pictures back this week from our photographer. Guess what? Yep, as clear as day: 

   KAHALA’S MOST 

 WANTED

SEEN CRASHING PARTIES

NOT DRESSED TO KILL

$2012

I really think I’ll get Hawaii 5-0 on the case!