Cream always rises to the top, and where tonight's impromptu Expat Labor Day soiree was concerned, it was primo Grade A dairy!If I'd had to hand-pick the handful of female friends I actually wanted to show-up, I couldn't have done a better job. We howled with laughter so long and so loud, I fully expect to receive a gentle reminder about noise levels when management returns on Monday morning. I won't spill all the details on tonight's event, but let's just say that at one point, I was forced to refute the comment that there are no comfortable thongs by actually producing one, which was passed around, examined, stretched and measured for the official record.
I mean, come on. You really didn't expect a group of women of any nationality to get together without discussing clothing and/or sex toys. We did both. Anyway, there's still a butt-load of dishes to wash, but I don't care. My hostess street cred is still intact! Looks like I couldn't even give a bad party if I wanted to. At least there's that.
G'night, all!
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