I was here for a client party a few years back, and when it was over I walked up to what looked like another closed party and asked the bouncer, “What’s going on?” He said, “It’s a private party for some New York City police officers who are in town for the Saint Patrick’s Day Parade, but come on in.” So I walked in–I was by myself–and I met a couple of really nice New York police officers and was having such a good time. We partied and partied, and I totally forgot that my daughter was driving up from Indianapolis to visit. I like ’em young anyway, and this really cute guy was keeping my interest when all of a sudden it was midnight and, just like in “Cinderella,” my cell phone rang, breaking the magic spell. It was my daughter, and she was a little upset: “We had to get the doorman to let us in. Where are you?” I said, “I’m here with a bunch of nice young New York police officers, and I’ll come get you and bring you back.” We don’t double-date, but we do go out, and people really do mistake us for sisters. So I went and got her and her girlfriend, and we stayed and had a blast until three in the morning. Needless to say, it was my fairy goddaughter who said, “Mom, it’s time to go home.”

–Judy Sullivan, insurance broker