I'll Bring The Pudding

Mr. Bunndini likes a regular mani-pedi and frequents Fantasy Nails (said with a Richardo Montalbán accent) on Davie Street. While my nails are being beautified I like to read trashy magazines and have my lower back pummelled by an electric massage chair. In these magazines there are often interviews with celebrities and a favourite question is to ask them who the guests at their fantasy dinner party would be. Regardless of who the celebrity is they inevitably always say Jesus and/or Cleopatra and/or Oscar Wilde. I think those three would only talk about themselves the entire evening, get too drunk, pee all over the bathroom floor and not offer to help clean up (even though a good host would always refuse the offer). Instead I propose the following guests at Mr. Bunndini's dream dinner party. You can come too as long as you bring an appetizer.

The Chicken Lady because she could make omelettes with eggs fresh from her body.

Judy Garland would sing Get Happy and share her pills with the other guests.

Jon Stewart would provide political commentary.

Pee Wee Herman. No explanation needed.

Fran Leibowitz will bring the smokes and the witty banter.

Joey Ramone because everyone doesn't have to talk all the time and someone may need to reach the extra bottles of liquor from the cupboard over the fridge.

Lucy and Ethel for the gossip.

Cary Grant for everyone to flirt with.

And the final guest would be Marcel Marceau because it's not a good party unless someone cries and at least he'd do it silently.