The maitre-d has got your number…
The thing to remember is that it’s a constant party around Planck.
Bottles of beer on the wall, party of 100…
Tenors, Amigos and caballeros, party of nine…
Search, party of the lost.
Illuminati, party of 17/23…
Borg, party of one…
Pooper, party of killjoys.
Every party needs one, that’s why we invited you.
Ego, very big party of one.
Days of Christmas, party of 12. Yes, we do serve birds here.
Dirty, party of a dozen
Sopranos, party of how ever many you want!
Otis B. Driftwood, party of the first part which shall be known as the party of the first part.
Hrundi V. Bakshi, party of a couple hundred, plus an elephant
Beach, party of two (plus Frankie brought his surfboard)
Slumber, party of a dozen or so. No shirt, no service? <sigh> Back out to the driller killer…
Pity, party of one, plus 20 or so no-shows.
…and no ice cream either, mister.
Fortune, party of 500.
Annie-Xmas wrote:
Don’t make me come over there.