the day after.
after concluding the party. . . seeing off the last two people this morning, after a gourmet meal, thanks to the grand-chef pete. i thought back on all the events of the evening prior, and smiled a huge genuine grin. i was at first leary of meshing friends groups. . but, after recieving so many comments like "all you're friends are just so wonderful". . or "so and so is just marvelous... i could really hang out with them." from just about everyone there. . it made me feel content. seeing my friends, laughing, and enjoying my other friends, was really worth it all. i am saddened that some people were dissapointed at the lack of dance, but, i really had no expectations when having this get together, whatever it ended up being, i would of been perfectly contented with. . and i feel that if the small handful of people that didn't have as much fun as everyone else would of had that similar mindframe when coming into it, it really would of heighten their experience. i just simply wanted everyone to get together, and meet, and just enjoy one another. and that was really it. should there really be anything more to a party?
i also remember during the party thinking how bizarre it was that there were so many people there. i mean once, i walked outside, and i saw 15 or more people just emerging from the streets. . .there must of been 30 or more people that make an apperance that night. . , and but, overall, i was glad at the abundance of people, and the diversity of the crowd at large. and, even though the alcohol ran out early on in the night. . the party wasn't focused around alcohol, or, even the ninties. . . it was people. so, honestly. . it dosen't phase me that we had to go buy cheap warm beer, and that the music wasn't so loud to where you couldn't hear other people talking. . because, those things don't really matter. . . i wanted it to be focused on people, and it was. and for that, i am glad, because sometimes, other things can be such distractions. not that dancing or drinking or listening to music are particularly bad at a party. . there're wonderful . . but, you dance, and drink, and listen to music, all to interact with other people.
so, in conclusion, i am pleased with the result of my first party. even though i found my mothers dildo hidden in the chip bowl . . and then within the wreath on the front door, and some of my mother's angel memoribila was broken on the front porch, and there are stickers that say random things like "tender moments" and "baby love" over everything. . and i now have a pair of fluffy duck slippers that someone happen to leave, and the flower on my back porch has been disembowled. . . amongst other things. . but. . . at least the "sex chair" is still intact. thats really all that matters. heh, but, i guess ya had to be there.
i also remember during the party thinking how bizarre it was that there were so many people there. i mean once, i walked outside, and i saw 15 or more people just emerging from the streets. . .there must of been 30 or more people that make an apperance that night. . , and but, overall, i was glad at the abundance of people, and the diversity of the crowd at large. and, even though the alcohol ran out early on in the night. . the party wasn't focused around alcohol, or, even the ninties. . . it was people. so, honestly. . it dosen't phase me that we had to go buy cheap warm beer, and that the music wasn't so loud to where you couldn't hear other people talking. . because, those things don't really matter. . . i wanted it to be focused on people, and it was. and for that, i am glad, because sometimes, other things can be such distractions. not that dancing or drinking or listening to music are particularly bad at a party. . there're wonderful . . but, you dance, and drink, and listen to music, all to interact with other people.
so, in conclusion, i am pleased with the result of my first party. even though i found my mothers dildo hidden in the chip bowl . . and then within the wreath on the front door, and some of my mother's angel memoribila was broken on the front porch, and there are stickers that say random things like "tender moments" and "baby love" over everything. . and i now have a pair of fluffy duck slippers that someone happen to leave, and the flower on my back porch has been disembowled. . . amongst other things. . but. . . at least the "sex chair" is still intact. thats really all that matters. heh, but, i guess ya had to be there.