Lemondrop

"Party horror story: had a guy pee in my sink (on dishes and all) so my boyfriend threw him down the stairs of my 4th fl apt." -- nseeya (via Twitter)

"I had my first cocktail party in my first apt. on Capitol Hill with my first professional job (a major investigative committee) colleagues. My boss, a truly nice guy, brought as his date a 'style' reporter from the prime newspaper in the city. She in swift order picked up glass after glass of wine, and -- this is true -- spilled 4 glasses of red wine on my Grandmother's Persian rug. He finally after a couple hours, in embarrassment, took her away. She, when we next encountered each other, smirkingly criticized the decor of my apt., never acknowledging either her drunkeness nor the abuse of my poor sweet rug (which I still have avec spots). It is small and petty comfort that 'there are people out there' who know what a cheap trick she is." -- d hart