Last night some friends and I went to what is called a "Silent Party."
That's right. You read correctly. Silent Party.
A Silent party is a party you go to and you can not speak to the other people. Everyone is to communicate via hand written notes.
When my pal approached me with this idea I was down right off the bat. I mean really...how can one NOT be curious about this? Why wouldn't we kill trees and baby squids to amuse ourselves in anticipated replies of equally curious strangers? We're new yorkers dammit!
So we go. We pay the cover. They tells us the rules of engagement...and bam....you're in the silent party.
I get a chocolate martini. Have a seat next to my friends...pick up a piece of paper....and scribble..."Hi. I'm dee" and pass it to the stranger next to me. After that...it was the snow ball effect. I found myself holding a few pieces of conversations in my hands. How I wished for the ease of a chat thread and blinking windows. lol.
I met guys and gals. Some of them were also "silent virgins" while others were "silent sluts" lol. At the very least, I saw it as another networking opportunity. I met a writer, a textile designer, someone do does nothing all day, and a jewish man who is learning french to piss off an ex girlfriend.
Quiet talking was allowed at the bar area, and I was asked once to join a man there, but I declined as I showed my hand of notes awaiting my reply. At which point he wrote I was no fun. and I wrote....right. Hey ...I know a "silent slut" when I read one!
Still we found ourselfs cracking jokes and writing "LOL" which is ironic, doncha think? The biggest joke of the evening happend when a guy walked in wearing a invisable necklace w/ a glowing diamond pendant that would change colors. He looked like Clay Akin dressed as a magician. So I dissmissed it....and e-money passes me a note that read "WTF is up w/ the dude wearing kryptonite around his neck" I broked the silence as I laughed my ass off. and wrote back "word man.....lol" ha! And then a few minutes later, Reny passes me a note reading " OMG he just sat next to that girl and 15 mins later --- he's making out w/ her" I reply "must be the kryptonite!" and we lol.....Erica writes " what's so funny" we quickly show her the note and she starts to laugh too.
Now you can only image how much more interesting it got w/ the second round of drinks. I get another chocolate martini. A guy w/ a press pass and a video cam ask if he can film us for some cable network. I wrote sure, why not...and when he stared filming.....I began to write him a note:
I drew a tic-tac-toe game and he giggled. (see i'm even funny on paper.....lol) E-money is getting restlest and writes "I've been quite for over an hour...somebody say something." we lost it again at which point Kryptonite man shhhh's me. I"m shocked an appauled b/c he's been making out w/ now two girls. So I write really big "Oh I know glow worm over there didn't just sssshhhh me??!!" we all started laughing...even the camera man.
At the end of our second drinks.....we made a run for the door and screamed out heads off once outside the silent borders....lol. I mean really.....do you know how hard it is to keep 3 hispanic women quiet!?
Well, I got my 15 mins of fame and all I've got to show for it is carple tunnel! Hmph!
If you get the chance....try it. It's surely an experience. And if you see a man w/ a glowing necklace.....run to a nunery!
That's right. You read correctly. Silent Party.
A Silent party is a party you go to and you can not speak to the other people. Everyone is to communicate via hand written notes.
When my pal approached me with this idea I was down right off the bat. I mean really...how can one NOT be curious about this? Why wouldn't we kill trees and baby squids to amuse ourselves in anticipated replies of equally curious strangers? We're new yorkers dammit!
So we go. We pay the cover. They tells us the rules of engagement...and bam....you're in the silent party.
I get a chocolate martini. Have a seat next to my friends...pick up a piece of paper....and scribble..."Hi. I'm dee" and pass it to the stranger next to me. After that...it was the snow ball effect. I found myself holding a few pieces of conversations in my hands. How I wished for the ease of a chat thread and blinking windows. lol.
I met guys and gals. Some of them were also "silent virgins" while others were "silent sluts" lol. At the very least, I saw it as another networking opportunity. I met a writer, a textile designer, someone do does nothing all day, and a jewish man who is learning french to piss off an ex girlfriend.
Quiet talking was allowed at the bar area, and I was asked once to join a man there, but I declined as I showed my hand of notes awaiting my reply. At which point he wrote I was no fun. and I wrote....right. Hey ...I know a "silent slut" when I read one!
Still we found ourselfs cracking jokes and writing "LOL" which is ironic, doncha think? The biggest joke of the evening happend when a guy walked in wearing a invisable necklace w/ a glowing diamond pendant that would change colors. He looked like Clay Akin dressed as a magician. So I dissmissed it....and e-money passes me a note that read "WTF is up w/ the dude wearing kryptonite around his neck" I broked the silence as I laughed my ass off. and wrote back "word man.....lol" ha! And then a few minutes later, Reny passes me a note reading " OMG he just sat next to that girl and 15 mins later --- he's making out w/ her" I reply "must be the kryptonite!" and we lol.....Erica writes " what's so funny" we quickly show her the note and she starts to laugh too.
Now you can only image how much more interesting it got w/ the second round of drinks. I get another chocolate martini. A guy w/ a press pass and a video cam ask if he can film us for some cable network. I wrote sure, why not...and when he stared filming.....I began to write him a note:
I drew a tic-tac-toe game and he giggled. (see i'm even funny on paper.....lol) E-money is getting restlest and writes "I've been quite for over an hour...somebody say something." we lost it again at which point Kryptonite man shhhh's me. I"m shocked an appauled b/c he's been making out w/ now two girls. So I write really big "Oh I know glow worm over there didn't just sssshhhh me??!!" we all started laughing...even the camera man.
At the end of our second drinks.....we made a run for the door and screamed out heads off once outside the silent borders....lol. I mean really.....do you know how hard it is to keep 3 hispanic women quiet!?
Well, I got my 15 mins of fame and all I've got to show for it is carple tunnel! Hmph!
If you get the chance....try it. It's surely an experience. And if you see a man w/ a glowing necklace.....run to a nunery!
endquire:
I am glad you had fun. It is not at all anything I would ever go to. I can see what various intentions may have been in its regard. I am a bit curious about the person who thought it up.
rroma51402:
LOL, What? To funny.. Enjoy the rest of the weekend!