Can you write about going to a New Year's Eve party, where you will meet MANY famous people AND...?

Question

include these random phrases in your paragraph or 2 or however many paragraphs you write.
1. Could her dress be ANY tighter?
2. Your ego is larger than your brain!
3. Johnny Depp looked straight into my eyes and smiled.
4. This jumps from page 9 to page 11.
5. Ok, I've got two words for that. In. Sane.
6. We're cool, we're badasses, blah, blah, blah.
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Answer 1

"Breathe, remember, breathe," I told myself as I walked up the steps leading to the hotel. It was New Years Eve, and I could have just died from anticipation. Not only were we ringing in the new year in the ritziest hotel in New York, but "we" consisted of hundreds of celebrities! I could have died when I got my invite. I mean, I was only a minor character in that Jack Nicholson movie a few months ago, not even really established in Hollywood yet, and yet here I was, invitation in hand, ready to go party with the great and near great. When I walked into the grand ballroom, I could see I was going to have a fantastic time! I could barely breathe as I saw who was there... Orlando Bloom, Sean Bean, Nicholas Cage, Cher, Angelina Jolie, Brad Pitt, Jason Statham! Oh... Oh, I couldn't breathe. It wasn't because of this dress, either, though it was rather tight. I couldn't complain, though. I mean, Jennifer Lopez had on a sleek blue outfit; could her dress be ANY tighter? I doubted it. I was trying to decide who I should spark up a conversation with when that decision was made for me. "I won't play this mediocre part!" I heard Renee Zellweger cry as she stormed past me. "Renee," Hugh Grant called out to her. "We've already done two!" Renee shouted over her shoulder. "No! I said after the second that was that, and I'm a woman of my word!" Hugh stuttered and finally yelled, "Your ego is larger than your brain! People love Bridget!" I heard Renee answer, "No!" Hugh sighed deeply and just stood there in silence. "Well," Colin Firth said as he came up to Hugh. "Sounds like a third is a dead prospect." Hugh nodded. "Renee will have nothing to do with it, I'm afraid." I almost fainted as I saw Johnny Depp come up to them, too. "Why the gloom?" he asked them. Hugh Grant showed him a script. "Renee won't agree to do a third." Johnny Depp took the script. "Well, let's see what we have, here." He turned pages over slowly. "This jumps from page 9 to page 11." Hugh nodded. "Renee took out scenes 20 to 25. Said they ruined the whole character, though why a few nudist beaches could ruin Bridget..." Colin spoke. "How about this? We rewrite the script." "Without Bridget?" I heard myself gasp out. They turned to me. I expected them to shoo me away, but to my utter amazement and delight, Johnny Depp looked straight into my eyes and smiled. "Well, well. Kamilah Tarachand. Might I presume to say your work in your last film was exceedingly well done." I laughed nervously, and I still refuse to believe that I was near to tears, though the room did get slightly hazy. "Thank you, sir." He laughed. "Please. Johnny." I smiled. "Johnny." "Well," Colin smiled as he took the script and handed it to me. "As it appears you know the basic problem, perhaps we could have your opinion." "Mine?!" I was honored. "Yes. Be honest," Colin told me. "Here is the basic story. Bridget and Mark are getting married, but of course as always something goes wrong." I laughed. "And apparently it's Daniel behind the wrong, again?" I asked as I found a scene that made that all too clear. "Yes," Hugh answered. "I am a bit of a scoundrel, aren't I? My friends and I show at the rehearsal, and it's the same thing as usual. We're cool, we're badasses, blah, blah, blah. You know. Come with me, Bridget, and we shall dance on the beach! Oh, wait, we lost the beaches." I shook my head. "Ok, I've got two words for that. In. Sane. You can't do the same old storyline three movies in a row. It can't be again a love triangle between you three." Johnny laughed out, "You asked for honestly, Colin." Colin shrugged. "Renee saw the same flaws. What do you suggest, Miss Tarachand?" I thought about it. "I'm not sure, exactly. Yes, Daniel needs to be in the story, but perhaps he's not going after Bridget again. Perhaps it's her young cousin or something." Johnny agreed right away, and slowly Colin and Hugh nodded. "That might work, actually," Hugh said, putting a hand to his chin in thought. "Yes, I could see that." Colin agreed. "Perhaps... perhaps we could call it "Kamilah Jones' Diary?" I almost swooned in excitement. "Are you asking me to..." The three nodded. "You've shown you can act," Johnny told me. "You can take any role they offer." Needless to say, I agreed to do the movie. A major role! Finally!
I could just die.

Answer 2

John Lennon Johhny Depp Carl Sagan Alexander the large Robert E. Lee Samuel Clemens Will Rogers and then a interest of chess or poker with Einstein, Stephen Hawking & document Holliday

Answer 3

Seannie and his girlfriend, Lucy, were arguing once again whilst Katherine, the date that Seannie had fixed me up with, stood looking beautiful but embarassed. She was without doubt the most beautiful woman in the hall and I was looking forward to midnight. That Lucy. She had no class whatsoever, 'Could her dress be any tighter' I asked myself and my answer was so obvious that I am slightly embarassed to tell you. Oh well, OK. 'Seannie is going to need a pair of scissors to get it off later'.
Lucy's voice boomed out over the sound of the music playing in the background 'Your ego is larger than your brain' she hissed at Seannie. 'And your ar*se is nearly as big as your bloody head' he sniggered back at her. To tell you the truth, he was right, and that's allowing for the size of Lucy's head, if you get my drift.
My date, Katherine, just stood there embarassed but said nothing. Some of the 'special' guests were beginning to arrive and quite honestly, I only recognised three or four. Paris Hilton was of course number one on everyone's party list and there she was flaunting it as usual. That bloke from Pirates of the Caribbean came past, whatever his name is. Seannie called him a little short-ar*se but Lucy was on cloud seven. 'Did you see that Seannie' she asked with a big sigh 'Johnny Depp looked straight into my eyes and smiled. 'Are you sure he didn't laugh' Seannie asked 'at the state of your dress?'. Crikey, here they go again.
Katherine squeezed my hand and whispered 'Leave them to it, lets trip the light fantastic'. As we danced away from the fighting cats we made our way to the other side of the hall. As we stopped and made our way to the bar, I began to glance at the 'Official Programme'. 'What a load of crap' I said to myself 'Fifty pounds donation for this and half of it is missing. This jumps from page 9 to 11 with most of the guestlist missing'. Lucy just put her arm around me and said 'I know you are only saying that, but I bet you would have paid £100 for it none the less'.
'A just cause is worth every penny Lucy' I politely said to her in return and I suppose she was right. I was always a sucker for a good cause and this years Charity New Year's Eve party was for one of my favourite causes. 'Yes, you are right Lucy, OK but I've got two words for that' I said slapping the programme on the counter, 'In. Sane'. Lucy laughted that beautiful laugh I had come to love in the brief time I had known her. For Seannie to have arranged a date for me at such short notice and for it to have turned out so potentially successful, was nothing short of a miracle.
Suddenly out of the crowd stepped none other than Sean Connery. Quite honestly, I don't know about the women, but I found him one of the most handsome men I have ever seen and that's a straight guy talking. As he passed, he spoke with that wonderful soft Scottish accent of his 'We're cool, we're badasses, blah, blah, blah'.
Midnight came and went but after as many as I have had, you do not find them as interesting as when you once did. However, the beautiful companion on my arm singing in the New Year gave me plenty to look forward to.
And what was the Charity, I hear you ask. Why, nothing less than 'The Royal Society for the Blind'. And who was Katherine in fact, I also hear you ask. Why, none other than one of the committee and without a shadow of a doubt, the most beautiful truly Blind date I have ever had in my life................ (and with my wife's permission too).................

Answer 4

“Hey loser,” my friend said as I answered the phone. “I got us passes to this amazing club for New Years Eve.” At first I didn’t believe her at all. She isn’t the type of person to lie…but come on? I bet you wouldn’t believe it either.
“Oh, okay.” I said waiting to hear more.
“Meet me downtown at 9. We’ll head to the club from there.” It was starting to sound a little sketchy. Downtown is bad enough in the daylight, when you can see the person standing next to you. I was iffy about even going but in the end I agreed. Seeing as this was my first time every going to a huge night club I had no idea what to wear. I gathered all my ‘approved for night club clothes’ together in a pile (it wasn’t very big) and proceeded to narrow it down to one outfit. I ended up choosing a black skirt, which was shorter than most of my others and a shimmering pink top. Close enough, I thought comparing myself to the models in all the magazines. I chose the messy look for my hair and put on some dark, smoky make up. I hopped in my little car and was off to find my friend somewhere Downtown.
“Where are you?” I said, calling from my cell.
“Uh…I’m at the club.” She replied.
“WITH OUT ME?” I yelled into the receiver. She was so not going to ditch my after I spent all that time preparing.
“Not exactly, I’m waiting outside. It’s just down the street a little ways.” She said. She started to fade and I found a parking spot. I got out of my car and with my handy flashlight I found my way though the dark alley to the entrance of the club. I shoved my flashlight into my handbag and walked up to the security guard.
“Hey…Frank.” I said looking at his little name tag.
“What do you want?” He said in a deep voice.
“Well, I kind of want to get in the club.”
“See this guest list here?” He said waving it in the air. “Only people whose names are on this list get in. you hear?”
“Yeah.” I said. He began looking for my name on the list. There were at least a hundred names on each page so it would probably take him awhile. I turned around and saw my friend standing there. One by one celebrities were entering the club with out even so much as a second glance. The only thing that my friend and I could do was stand there patiently as the intimidating security guard flipped through the 20 page list.
“We’re cool, we’re bada**es. Blah, blah, blah.” My friend said as one of the stars from our favorite show looked at us.
“Yeah right, we’re standing here when everyone else is getting in,” I looked at my watch, “and at this rate, we won’t even be in there by next year!”
“Ladies,” Frank said. “It seems that this jumps from page 9 to 11. So I guess, since its New Years Eve and everything, I’ll let you in. But only tonight, don’t expect this often.” My friend and I rushed in.
“Ok, I have two words for that. In. Sane,” I said looking around at the crowd. “How many times in a lifetime will you get into a club like this?”
“Apparently at least once.” My friend said as she ran to the dance floor. She started dancing, and for the first time that night I actually saw what she was wearing. Could her dress by ANY tighter? I don’t think so. But I let it slide for now. After all, it’s New Years Eve. We danced the night away mingling with the stars and loving every second of it.
“Oh my gosh! Did you see that?? Johnny Depp looked straight into my eyes and smiled.” I said practically jumping for joy.
“Yeah right. You get into one night club and already your ego is larger than your brain.”
“At least I have a brain, and was smart enough to wear something I can breathe in.” I said watching her try to catch her breath. We didn’t talk the rest of the night, and when the clock struck midnight she was dancing and I was flirting with a hott guy. I left a little while after.
Needless to say, I never went to another club with my friend again. And despite getting smiled at my Johnny Depp, I prefer staying home on New Years Eve.