Does she come up with this stuff?
Sunday morning Isabelle woke me up by asking how to spell my name. She had a very official looking clipboard, and several sheets of white paper. She then invited me to her "party" in the living room.
A few minutes later, she followed Jackson into my room. She sweetly asked: "Jackson? Would you like to come to my party?" When he replied: "Yes", she said: "You're not on the list, but that's ok. You can budge in. There's no security".
There was a rope. I had to give my name. Good thing I was on the list.