Eve of Destruction Circa 2001: A Good Party is a Crapshoot
We couldn’t get the flier made up in color on time. Eddie spent hours pouring over CD’s selecting the artwork. Would the zoot-suited gangster shaking a martini over a sparkling bar promise too many libations? Was the flier even understandable? Would people really RSVP when they lived right down the street from us? Would our…