Not Invited

One of the obvious advantages of the Internet is that one can connect with humans all over the world who otherwise would never show up in one's life, and that's just dandy. (Short pause here while we all think about True Friends We Know In Cyberspace.) (Ok, that's enough.)

On the other hand, one also gets to hear about parties all over the world to which one is not invited. This is not acceptable.

Annie, over at the London Tube Blog, reports on a party to which I gather she hasn't been invited either -- she's in London, though, so if she wants to crash it she can; I'm in Pittsburgh, so I'm for sure not going.

It's a party where you're supposed to show up dressed as a London Tube station. Only not physically a London Tube station -- so, you know, you don't have to go find a lot of pigeon droppings and Cadbury's wrappers -- no, no, you have to go dressed as an interpretation of a NAME of a London Tube station.

Oh, please. I am SO there.

Annie's buddy has a couple of friends who are going as Ken and Barbie (for Barbican).

Oh. The. Possibilities.

Knightsbridge. Cannon Street. Tower Hill. Victoria. Queensway. Pudding Mill Lane. East India. New Cross. High Barnet. Harrow-on-the-Hill.

Here's the map, if you want to ponder further possibilities yourself.

But Royal Oak is MINE.