I have a friend who
ran a company setting up hugely elaborate parties for filthy rich people.

Sometimes when he was short handed he'd get me to come along and help.

I always used to enjoy doing that. The biggest one I did was when some spoilt middle eastern brat had hired the Natural history museum in London for his birthday party.

The main foyer area was turned into a nightclub, with the biggest lighting rig I have ever seen hanging above it. We were given strict lectures about safety, made to wear climbing gear and hard hats, and completely defeated the object by smoking lots of pot before we started monkeying around the 80' high ceilings.

Yuh, pointless story. I know.
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