Halloween Party

Manea had another party on Saturday. These parties cannot be missed. They are amazing.

How so? For starters, there are a lot of people who attend. You can't NOT meet someone new at one or re-establish a connection with an old friend (or an online friend, a friend of a friend, someone you heard someone else refer to). And they are fun because it's potluck, BYOB, and kid and old-fart friendly (at least until 11pm). Because of that, even more people attend. Saturday's party was no exception: there was a lego room set up for kids to play in and kid-friendly movies to watch. People brought babies (lots of love for the kids) and got a chance to share time with family AND have adult conversation and contact. Even more fun was the fire spinners: Nathan spinning poi, Kim with fire fingers, and Jackie with the staff. Amazing stuff. Really amazing. There is something amazing about watching people spin fire to the really great drumming. And the photos - you get everything from stop-action to lovely curlicues from slower shutter speeds.

And then there's the after 11pm party.

At least for the two parties that I've attended, the later party is when things get, um, interesting.  The dungeon in the basement opens. And the "toys" come out, especially the treasure chest of condoms (very necessary).

I have enjoyed myself quite immodestly at both parties. Apparently and for reasons I don't know (and am not sweating to actually understand), I am attractive and popular and apparently sought as a sexual partner.

I love it. And it confuses me to no end. I mean, five years ago nothing like this would have happened and, even if it could, I would have run away because I was ashamed at how fat I was. But that is no more and here I am, saggy skin and all, enjoying myself.