the_urge_to_dance PeeT First of all, a general note about parties. Every party is the same, too many people, too little food, and you have to wait around. I'm extremely bored with parties. From that point of view, I was thinking I wanted to do something that I could be amused by. For my 50th birthday, I asked 450 people to learn an Argentinean tango. I called the party "The Urge to Dance." Everyone who came had to be in a tuxedo, and beautiful dresses for women, in all colors but red because I was the only one in red. It took me about six months to organize because for every friend I invited, I also sent them the information about the closest tango school where they could go to learn before coming into the party. When you're 50, the best thing to do is dance the Argentinean tango. 120128 ... PeeT Then, I asked the director of the museum if he could make me a cake. He said, "Oh, you're so old-fashioned, you don't want any cake." But then, five minutes before midnight, he surprised me and made an entire me out of marzipan. Every scar that I cut during my performances, he made out of chocolate. There were four gorgeous guys carrying this, like a stretcher. And then people just cut me and ate me. Then the door opened again, and it was the director himself, completely naked, live, with a bow tie. This was incredible because there were some American collectors there who couldn't believe this. I mean, naked art director of a museum? This would have never happened in America. 120129 what's it to you? who go blather from