Humiliating Moment Number 30,000

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My recent book party, as I've written 100 times, was a lively swirl of reality-show people, Broadway stars, comics, and old Italians.

I was very happy to have gotten an RSVP from two of the luminaries I'd invited -- Tony Sheldon and Nick Adams, from Broadway's Priscilla, who had a performance that night and generously said they'd come afterward.

I warned them that it might be a tad dregsy at that point, but was thrilled they'd actually make the effort.

Well, my party started at 8 and was filled with photographers and food and excitement for two and a half hours, which culminated with a stage revue of outrageous and delectable acts that had the audience cheering.

I swear!

And then the Priscilla guys walked in.

The place suddenly had an apocalyptic pallor about it, with a handful of drunks littered around and not an attractive tableau to be found for miles.

It was as over as Rick Santorum's chances for Grand Marshal of the next Gay Pride parade.

The event had the feeling of something that might have been semi-serviceable at one point, but was now just a shell of a shell of a carcass of a deceased dog, with a couple of flies feasting on the remains.

Things were so dire I expected to see a tumbleweed blowing by -- and was actually hoping for it because it would liven things up a little.

The guys nicely stood there as my mother was lifted down a few stairs from the VIP area en route to being shipped home.

"I invited them for this?" I thought, appalled that a potential celebratory moment for them had turned into an experiment in horror.

We had to make an announcement to find a photographer just so I could record the fact that these two guys had really shown up.

But still, they were lovely and understanding, like stars ought to be.

Alas, that wasn't the end of the humiliation. The next day I emailed Sheldon and thanked him for bringing his mother.

In my post-bash daze, I'd confused his email address with that of someone else with the same first name!

I could just die! What should I do? Hide?



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Danielnardicio
Danielnardicio

OH GOD reading that makes me cringe- I've had that experience literally hundreds of times at events where you're mortified when someone you want to come arrives after the crest and it's just sad- or worse when a celeb comes who's heard about your events, and it's a really off night.... i would have stayed had i known that little nugget Nick Adams was coming. 

Tony Sheldon
Tony Sheldon

I was just thrilled to be invited, Mr. Musto. To be in your company was a gala party in itself.Thank you for the privilege.Tony Sheldon (the one without the mother)

Musto
Musto

OK, folks. Tony Sheldon just showed even more class with that response. 

Melinda9
Melinda9

Wish there was a drug that could erase those kinds of incidents from memory. I have an embarrassment highlight reel that tends to play in a continuous loop at 3 am. But I'm sure they know about party dynamics. And they've probably already forgotten all about it. And maybe TS doesn't read his e-mail.

Rob in Philly
Rob in Philly

You're a star and are as charming as hell so I'm sure they understand completely.  Somewhere in their career, they've had nights that were a slog.  It happens.

Roisters
Roisters

Timing is everything, babe. Perhaps you should have thanked them for being willing, but said "Don't bother coming. It won't be any good at that point." But it's nothing to obsess about. Take your meds, bitch.

Aqua
Aqua

Don't hide., They understand., Besides, you're press.

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