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Authors: Hillary Carlip
“Sank you,” I say in a thick French accent. “Sank you. In English, how you say
Thank you
.” The partygoers laugh. I’m off to a good start.
“My name is Fifi DeLune and I am looking for zee birthday boys, Jacques and Tony. Where are you?”
Liza Minnelli and Shelley Winters’s ex-husbands sheepishly raise their hands while their friends point them out. As I perform, the audience stays completely with me. For my finale, I reach into my basket and pull out the long loaf of French bread, the round of Edam cheese, and the apple. I juggle the feast and each time the apple passes my mouth in the pattern, I take bites of it. A real crowd-pleaser. As I finish my act, everyone hoots and hollers, claps and whistles.
The birthday boys approach me. “Great job,” Jack says. “That was really something,” Tony adds.
We’re interrupted by guests coming up to say good-night to their hosts. I wave good-bye and move quickly toward the front door. In the hallway, a voice stops me.
“Fifi!”
I turn and see Mark. “It was perfect,” he says as he hugs me again.
“Thanks,” I say, and I head outside to the valet. I can tell I was the party’s finale by the twelve people already standing in line for their cars. The valet in the matching pink vest, bow tie, and cap sees me and calls out, “Sorry, Mamacita, you took longer than fifteen minutes. I had to move your car.”
I look at the line in front of me and smile. “No problem,” I say. “I don’t mind waiting.”
Forget Buffy’s drugs that go on and kill us
Why not get high on Dobie Gillis?
There’s one other drug that won’t make you puke
You know I’m talking ’bout Patty Duke.
Buffy, Buffy come back to me, why’d you have to go and OD, who will watch over Mrs. Beasley?
Buffy, Buffy come back to me, why’d you have to go and OD, what about Uncle Bill, Jody, and Cissy?