<strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Curlz MT;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Sandra Pickton</span></span></strong><br/><br/>Asking Aves to get the door was mean I know. But loading myself with food was counteracting the  drug in the cake somewhat. Couldn't have the hostess totally salamied in the first half hour. I noticed a few whispers from people who saw him enter, but he headed straight to the kitchen (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=92955.msg4104563#msg4104563).<br/><br/>I popped my head around the door to see what he was doing in there. Didn't want the paid entertainment helping himself to the booze, after all!<br/><br/>"Well," I said, as I came back in the room. "Not every day we get invaded by the army...!" Deliberate double meaning. I hoped it would not be wasted.