Party pooper: Guest gets stuck in toilet at swanky soiree
.jpg "Michelle and her BFF, Lydia, took this selfie right before Lydia got stuck in the bathroom.")
I recently witnessed a socialite body slam a powder room door. The door was stuck. My best friend, Lydia, was trapped behind it.
And the socialite — decked out in a designer dress and stiletto heels — wielded her hip like a battering ram in an attempt to set her free.
The bathroom was located inside the socialite’s home, where an upscale fundraiser was being held. When I say this place was gorgeous, I mean GORGEOUS. We’re talking a multi-million dollar, palatial estate with a stunning view of the gulf.
So how did Lydia and I wind up at this event? Well, we were invited by a philanthropist friend who thought we’d behave ourselves.
And behave ourselves we did for most of the night: Nibbling crab cakes. Sipping fine wine. Making small talk with influential people. When Lydia visited the powder room, I followed behind her like a duckling.
And that’s when the feathers hit the fan.
“The door is stuck, Shell!” she yelped. “Try to pull it open on your side.”
“Say pretty please,” I said.
The mansion was decorated in authentic 18th century décor, right down to its temperamental door knobs. The evening had taken an unexpected turn. So I pulled out my cell phone and started filming.
One by one, the fundraiser’s organizers appeared and tried to open the door. I zoomed in on their expressions — a mixture of horror and disbelief — until someone summoned the socialite.
“We don’t allow social media in this house,” she said and ordered me to put down my phone.
From her behavior, I’m guessing this wasn’t the first time her bathroom door had jammed. The agility she showed while body slamming on 5-inch heels was nothing short of amazing.
A somber crowd had gathered in anticipation of Lydia’s release. When the door finally burst open and my shell-shocked pal stumbled out, the socialite seemed more concerned about the condition of her antique doorknob than the condition of my friend.
“It should have been YOU locked inside that bathroom,” Lydia said, as we scurried to our car. “You’re the one things like that happen to!”
Perhaps. But for once, it was nice to be on the outside looking in.
I have never had more fun at a party.
