I made several new friends one of which I can't for the life of me remember her name. We were dropping the F-bomb and discussing the difficulty of determining gay men from straight in the days of our youth. I think every young woman ready to jump into the dating pool needs a lesson in this; however, maybe the girls today are more well versed than we were twenty some years ago. It sure would have saved me a little heartache. We laughed until we cried. The band Village People gay? Impossible. Queen? Really? Freddie Mercury's buck teeth and his tight t-shirts - totally hot!
I was concerned that the six foot inflatable penis I placed in the hostess' bedroom might have been a little over the top. Not so. I left my tube of bright red lipstick on the bed and those who were interested gave him a big smooch. There were many kisses on him by the end of the evening. Nice. We should have given him a name. No penis should be left used and abandoned like that without having been dignified with a name.
People often ask me why I end up on the floor when I've had a lot to drink. My answer is always the same, because it's safer than standing up. There is only one danger; other drunk people. This morning when I carefully and slowly stood up to check if anything was amiss, I noticed several incoming bruises on my feet from where someone must have danced on me. It's all good. I'm glad we were asked to remove our heels before entering otherwise the bruises could have been so much worse.