First off, a big birthday woo hoo to Leah! Thank you so much for inviting me to your party. I'm honored.
Though, frankly, I'd be having a little more fun right now if I hadn't been invited. If I had stormed the blog firewalls and crashed your party instead. I love crashing parties. I figure anyone can receive an invite to a function. All that requires is a smooth story. It takes real finesse to go to a party without an invite.
Although I've always showed up where I didn't belong (when I was a toddler, it would drive my Mom crazy), I took party crashing to a whole other level at university. I'd convince a bunch of buddies (usually female, females have an easier time of it) into attending whatever big party was buzzed about that weekend.
'Course it isn't enough to simply crash a party. I like having a created identity to go with it. As a finance gal, I'd attend engineering parties (they had the best parties) and be a biology major. I'd be interested in the reproduction habits of the earthworm (one of the few critters that are asexual). I could talk for hours about earthworms, mixing real facts and some fiction (earthworms were revered by Peruvian natives). If asked, I was invited by Mike. 'Mike's a great guy, isn't he?' Everyone knows at least one Mike. I'd tell them stories about how Mike got drunk and stole all the toilet paper from residence. Mike's everywhere must have hated me.
I thought my party crashing days were done when I met my hubby. He seems so proper (well, he does have that wicked glint in his eye). Nope. My hubby is so confident that he simply assumes any party will be bettered by his presence. He doesn't bother making up a story and the gatekeepers don't ask him for tickets or information. He simply walks into the room (like 'ta-dum, I have arrived') and starts talking to people.
That's one of the reasons I haven't yet been to a big writing conference like RWA or Romantic Times. My hubby has told me that he will convince Nora Roberts to give me a cover quote for one of my books. He doesn't make false threats. I know he'll do it. And he'll crash every single party that nice lady attends until she agrees. So if you see a handsome Asian fellow harassing Nora Roberts, please don't call the police. That's my hubby.
Have you ever crashed a party? If you could crash any party, which party would that be?
Every month, Kimber Chin gives away her favorite romance eBook on http://businessromance.com/ . One lucky commenter will win June's choice AND a copy of Selling Forever, Kimber Chin's latest release.
I'm giving away an e-copy of Kimber's novel "Invisible" AND her Selling Forever today, so if you go over to her website and comment there too, that's two chances to win!
Don't forget to answer Kimber's question - have you ever crashed a party? Or is there one you'd love to crash?