The bully rich kid who no one liked stood alone at his party

[MineralMan]

1. I Had My 80th Birthday Party Last July.

It was at Punch Pizza in the suburb where I live. About 20 people showed up. All friends of mine and friends of my wife. We ordered massive quantities of their outstanding Neapolitan pizzas. I had my fill of my favorite, the Putanesca, with extra anchovies and gorgonzola cheese. On me. They didn't know that was the deal, but it's my habit. If I invite you, I pay. It's sort of like the potlach idea of the Pacific Northwest indigenous peoples. The host covers everything.

Anyhow, it was a great gathering, if noisy, but Punch Pizza is always noisy. Trump's 80th birthday won't be as happy, I'm sure. He never pays for anything.