Nixta Sinks

I'm throwing a party!

I was informed a week ago, by evite.com, that I'm invited to a party in Greenwood Village, Colorado (a horrifically homogenised effort to place residential buildings in a derelict business district of Denver). Then I noticed that it was *MY* party. Also, that my phone number had changed, and that I apparently lived with a fellow named Michael Schultz.

OK, so I used to live and work in Greenwood Village, but never near here, which seems decidedly non-residential from the satellite-imagery, except that maybe that lump of grey is one of Greenwood's soul-destroying condo complexes. I shudder as repressed memories come flooding back. Oh! The carpeting! The beige! The Chiuauaua and its Skeletan robo-surgery owner! Medic!

Is this some new phishing scam that I'm unaware of? Or are these people severely confused about who they live with and where? Slightly disturbingly, I feel like I recognize the name of Mike Schultz. I suppose I should telephone him and wake him up.

Has anyone else had something like this happen to them, or can anyone remember who Mike Schultz is?

And why did it take me a week to post this?

But more importantly, if you're in Denver on August 19th, feel free to pop along! Details here. It should be a corker, as all my parties are, and I expect the police to turn up by 1am, so get there early!