Where In The World?

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.