Last week, I went to the first of several Halloween parties, Andrew and Serena's swinger house party, which was much fun, and a great way to start the festivities for my favorite party holiday of the year.  This weekend was the big celebratory weekend, though, since Halloween night was Friday.  When I went out with ABD last weekend (A.K.A. Poly Boy # 2), we made plans to get together on Halloween, contingent on him confirming with his wife that he was free.  Unfortunately, he didn't tell me until Wednesday that his wife had decided she wanted to spend time with him on Halloween, leaving me only 2 days to find something else to do for Halloween Night.  I was a little annoyed, but he was very apologetic and we rescheduled for Sunday.  Thinking I might end up sitting home Friday night, on Thursday, as I was chatting with Mitch, he told me he and his wife had Halloween night tickets to a concert for a favorite funk band of mine who A. I didn't know was coming to town and B. I'd just been lamenting missing their last local appearance when I discovered an article about it not 2 days earlier.  As it happened, his wife had come down with a nasty cold, and wasn't going to be able to go.  It seemed like fate, the stars had aligned, this was meant to happen (or something), so I gleefully agreed to go with him in her absence.

But, alas, by Friday afternoon, Mitch was texting me saying he felt like he was coming down with the same ick his wife had, and that he'd better not go to the concert either and spread his ick around.  He offered to give me both tickets, but I had noone to go with.  I called Nancy to see if she might like to go, but she already had plans for a bit of party hopping...  and invited me to join her.  We went to a toga party, she looking like a greek goddess in a beautifully self-styled satiny royal blue toga, and me looking like the grecian idle rich in a gold and burgundy silk sari finery.  It was a vanilla party though, and noone there that I would consider a dating prospect, so there's not much to report about that party.

But SATURDAY night, on the other hand, that's another story.  

I love Halloween.  It's a holiday of great fun, and not just for the kiddies!  Every year for the past 10 years, I've gone to the big halloween bash at one or the other of the local swinger clubs...  parties that can have anywhere from 150 people to 1500 people.  It's great fun to come up with a creative costume and see everyone else in their costumes, and puts everyone in the mood to socialize!  It's an instant conversation piece for anyone you might meet (or want to meet but not have the guts to approach if not to compliment their costume).  But that big party's next weekend.  This weekend was a pre-party, a costume party thrown at Andrew and Serena's place.  It was a lot of fun, as there were a handful of old friends there, and a bunch of new people that I really dug getting to know.  I was dressed as Sarah Palin, down to the suit, dyed brown hair, glasses, and hilarious (and hilariously insulting) campaign buttons.  I winked at people a lot and made comments like "Well, ya, over here in the pro-America part of the room, we've got some great Joe six-packs and..." it sparked some great discussions about what a complete idiot the woman is.  (Yes, folks, it shouldn't surprise you that I heart Obama.) 

So, there were lots of people being social and chatty and hanging out, and all... but this was a group of swingers after all.  So you know eventually, things are going to start to get interesting....

BUT FIRST....
 

Life in the big city isn't so big.  I've come to realize this year that this city's a much smaller world than it might seem.  A few months back, I posted about how I was introduced to a new friend by my dear friend Gregory, only to discover after she told a long sordid tale about her slimy ex-bf that I'd recently "met" him on PayVanilla.  It was a small, small world.  

Then, while dating TheRealtor, I discovered that he went to high school with my longtime friend and lover, Andrew.  There was much small world chuckling over that between us all - and TheRealtor gave me a copy of Andrew's photo from their high school yearbook so I could use it to make an embarassing then vs. now birthday card for him.  'Twas much fun.  

So... Andrew and his wife are having an intimate house party tomorrow, of the "everyone gets nekkid by the end of the evening" variety.  It's all my closest swinger friends, people I've known and adored for years, so I'm psyched.  I was just chatting with Gregory's wife Katya, and she told me she's planning on bringing a new boytoy she met on SexSite to the party with them.  Given the nature of the party (and the free-lovin' that's going to be going on), of course I was interested in hearing more about the boytoy, in hopes that I might find him appealing too.  She told me his name.  It gave me pause.  Not such a common name, but rather familiar.  Then she sends me a photo and I started singing the first few bars of It's a Small World After All, because, as it turns out, her new boytoy and I met a couple of days ago on PayVanilla!

We'd shared a nice online chat, and I was looking forward to getting to know him better and possibly meeting at some point.  We'd not talked about anything sexual or kink related, so I had no idea he was the sort who might be into going to a swing party.  And it's just toooo funny that Katya and I both found the same guy online (it's not the first time that's happened!) After hearing from her that he's super cool, laid back, sexy as hell, and a great kisser/lover, I'm looking forward to meeting him even more!

I was already very much looking forward to tomorrow's festivities.  Now I'm REALLY looking forward to it.  

You'll get a full report on how it goes, of course.

-Vixen