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Party on the Moon follows the rise and dominance of the world's top event producer as she navigates a corrupt industry, its insidious players, and the malcontent clients upon whose riches her empire is built. Our mercurial lead character's success is fully intertwined with the deterioration of her moral code, fueled by copious amounts of sex, drugs, and malicious behavior that only seems to enable her success. As she grows older, she starts to fear that her life has passed her by in one big party blur and she is lacking any real connection to the outside world, as well as a legacy that could potentially continue on.The book's curious title foreshadows an ending fit for a provocative and intriguing character that burns the candle at both ends...just long enough to hopefully find salvation.

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Publié par	Austin Macauley Publishers
Date de parution	31 juillet 2020
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781645751038
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	4 Mo

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Party on the Moon
Jes Gordon
Austin Macauley Publishers
2020-07-31
Party on the Moon About the Author Dedication Copyright Information © Acknowledgment Part One Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Part Two Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Part Three Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three
About the Author

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Jes Gordon is an award-winning global event producer. She got her start at the young age of thirteen after working in her hometown flower shop. After traveling the world as a musician, and collecting inspiration, she settled into creating high-profile events for some of the world’s most highly regarded celebrities and corporations. In her rare free moments, Jes loves walking everywhere and discovering new trends while also creating them. She adores dogs, music, fitness, and is a lover of life in general. Her passion for people and for making them happy through the art of celebration is her life’s work, and she brings style to everything she does. Her energy is infectious, and she tends to lend it to several charitable projects and to those who need it. Jes counts herself lucky to have been able to take her creativity and turn it into a successful profession. She has also encountered the rough challenges of being a young creative person in business, thus, she couldn’t wait to write an entertaining story about where some of her adventures may or may not have taken her…
Dedication
For Mrs. McGlynn.
Copyright Information ©
Jes Gordon (2020)
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Austin Macauley is committed to publishing works of quality and integrity. In this spirit, we are proud to offer this book to our readers; however, the story, the experiences, and the words are the author’s alone.
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Gordon, Jes
Party on the Moon
ISBN 9781645751014 (Paperback)
ISBN 9781645751021 (Hardback)
ISBN 9781645751038 (ePub e-book)
Library of Congress Control Number: 2020908346
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Acknowledgment
This book is dedicated to my magnificent parents – all of them… with a special place holder for my heart and soul; Suzy.
Much love to “Bobby from Kingston” who has always supported this crazy career of mine. Also, to the entire global event community including the flower markets that grace every city we work in. I am overly grateful to the talent bank of artists that make me look so good on every project, and to all of my associates who make up an incredibly special society of spectacular misfits. To my clients; there is no me without you. Thank you for putting so much faith in me and my team in making all of your dreams come true.
A special thank you to Luanne Rice and Karen Murray, who share the magic of words, their meanings, and how to get them down on paper.
Part One

Chapter One
“The noblest art is that of making others happy.”
- P.T. Barnum
My 21-year-old intern and I had just finished off another line of coke in the back stairwell of the Plaza Hotel. This was in such bad taste. I can’t even conceive of the evil that I was nurturing, yards away from the million-dollar affair going on in the adjacent ballroom. To make our behavior even more disgusting, did I mention that my intern is a male who worships me?
Not only did I never get a chance to fraternize with straight males in my industry, but I am usually preparing a man to march down the aisle to meet the love of the rest of his life. (Oh please, I will be doing the divorce party in three years.) It’s unusual to get an opportunity to blow lines of coke and rub up against one for a quick ‘getting off,’ perfectly timed between the hora and the father of the bride’s speech. Oh yeah, I am married, too. Fuck it. I got nothing to hide here. I don’t even know where my husband is and he doesn’t have a clue as to my whereabouts either. Yeah, I am a real catch. I have dabbled in marriage extensively, and it’s just not for me. I am not your forever girl, but your mom would love me. I was meant to be alone. Not lonely, just alone.
So anyway, Heath’s (yeah, his name is Heath) eyes were popping out of his head. He was buzzing like a fucking hummingbird and basically was useless to me now. All I could hope for is that the rest of my event production team had their shit together so that Heath and I could work off our buzz in the Honeymoon Suite before the bride and groom needed it. (Who has sex on their wedding night anyway?)
I desperately needed my assistant or shall I say my ‘associate,’ as the millennials preferred to be called. Did she start this fucking business in the back-room of a flower shop in Poughkeepsie, NY? No, but if she wanted to be referred to as something specific and she was willing to answer my texts before I even finished sending them, then so be it. Besides, I knew that she would have just the right something or other; in the form of a Kombucha shot or some vapor thingy to set me straight after ingesting everything horrible in the stairwell.
I decided to make my way out to the reception to find her. The room simply dazzled with all the amber up-lighting and projected monograms money could buy. I felt spectacular, my aura was glowing (or at least, I was convinced it was) and the Plaza Hotel was the perfect background to successfully harmonize with my sensational and overall glamorous persona. I gracefully tucked gift envelopes into my clammy sweaty armpits as I flowed through the crowd, just stopping long enough to ever so gently run my finger along the bottom edge of the ten-tiered, fifty-thousand-dollar wedding cake. Its icing would supply me with just the right caloric and injection of sugar to boost my existing buzz. My feet didn’t even hurt, though I had been on them since four a.m., and my tummy lay flat within my DVF work-skirt (with pockets). All I needed were some fucking eye drops and some electrolytes and I would be stellar.
I spotted Suzi across the room and she looked professional yet disengaged all at once. When I first pilfered Suzi from her job as an events assistant at a nightclub, she was spelling her name with a heart over the ‘i’, now she was dripping in Alice et Olivia, topped off with a $200 blow-out and in possession of the most current iPhone and iWatch combo possible, complete with air pods, so she could communicate with the rest of our team without having the sounds of the band drown her out. Suzi was fucking smart and has no passion what so ever for what we do, but she shows up all of the time at any time. She is this overly functional robot with an impeccable gel manicure and no ‘ joie de vivre ’ for anything what so ever, including her fiancé and I fucking adore her. Suzi is a Queen’s girl, through and through. Her needs are simple; a lot of alcohol, a working cell phone, a membership at Dry Bar, and at least 12 hours of sleep a night. Not sure why, but millennials seem to need a lot of sleep, even though they don’t exercise more than picking up their fucking phones six million times a day. Her love of family and home life is what drew me to her, since I have none of that nor do I want it I don’t think. In my current state of having given everything up for my career, and on the edge of turning ‘Fifty is the new Fuck You,’ I have often fantasized that Suzi would be the daughter that I never thought I wanted or at least some proof of what I attempted to accomplish on this planet as a creative genius.
Suzi has easily taught me more than any of the colleges I attempted to go to or what any of my mentor associates ever could. Because of her, I am a master Tweeter, Instagram-er, Snapchat-er, Blogger, Netflix Watcher, Candy Crusher, Facebook-er, Karaoke Singer and Texter/Sexter. For these reasons, I will be forever grateful and dependent on her. Her latest trick that she taught me was how to screen shot a dick pic that someone sent me on Snapchat so I could keep it for later. She gets a bonus every time she teaches me something of ‘relevance.’
Suzi is also one of the smallest people that has ever worked for me and does not look a day over twelve. Thus, sometimes, the clients try to get one over on her, which has inadvertently made her the toughest brick of a woman/child I have ever met. She protects me fiercely like a mama lioness guarding her babies, as if rich white people were looking at them while traveling on a Black-Tie Safari trip.
I have been behaving particularly rambunctious recently because of my newly found mid-life WTF, which I had always assumed was a myth until now. I also thought that menopause was bullshit too, until I woke up sweating through my sheets one night, while simultaneously having the driest vagina in the world. I have never wondered who I was, where I was going, who I was gonna be, or who would even care until recently, and though it may sound trite coming from my veneered mouth, I am quite unhinged about it. I have always been way too narcissistic to be sad or to think that anyone else was as important as I was, but now, I am as vulnerable as