This party story in Holmby Hills, near Westwood, reminds me of high school a bit — just on steroids.
Five hundred people showing up in half an hour, outside your home. Cell phones like cigarette lighters.
I love the woman, Ms. Newman — who overnight becomes my armchair tech philosopher.
I spent 30 minutes googling, youtubing and to learn about the party promoters, see the party fliers, twitpics from the party, etc. It’s certainly a fine line to not blast their personal lives all over the web, but your story would have been a lot more accurate, and less from the perspective of a neighbor, if you referenced this information.