I said I wouldn’t have a post-party until I reached a count of 1,000. However, I really feel like a boost, so I’m throwing a half-a-thou party anyway.
There’s a wide selection of finger (and other appendage) foods on the sideboard. It’s that thousand-yard table over there, laden with all delictibles known to mankind (and a few that haven’t been discovered – yet). The equally long (and laden) table on the other side of the party hall is loaded with a wide selection of scented oils, implements de massage, and other adult toys. The bar is fully-stocked, but the barkeep, a Cthulhoid creature wearing a badge that says “Bob”, has been instructed to card anyone asking for a pangalactic gargleblaster. Also, be careful when replying to “What’s your poison?” as Bob is very literal-minded. There are plenty of rooms along the main hall, should anyone desire a modicum of intimate privacy.
The bear reclines at the head table, where await several scantily-clad, beauteous women. They bear grapes and wine, and appear eager to serve the guest of honor.
Hi dpr! How have you been? Sure, let’s dance! Um, I’m not scantily clad, though. I’ve still got on my dress from NothingMan’s ball. ::kicks off heels:: Man, those things were killing me!
Darling you look beautiful. Know that I look at you I realise you’re simply stunning but to be honest I didn’t notice what you were wearing because I was almost lost in your eyes.
bows, kisses her hand and leads her to the dance floor
Hey, Baloo, nice shindig. Say, you might want to tell that big protazoa-looking thing of a bartender that a Fuzzy Navel is a drink. I’m really glad I didn’t ask for a Sex on the Beach or a Screaming Orgasm. Come to think of it…
Yo, Barkeep! I want a Flaming Blue Jesus!
:::watches as the bartender takes out after the Puerto-Rican waiter:::
:::then watches as one of the horses doovers crawls off the side of the table:::
I ask the beef what cut would be particularly tasty today. After he goes kills himself, I pull up a nice rack of ribs and a beer. Watching you make a fool out of yourself with the lovely ladies, I take pictures for future blackmailing purposes.
Revedge, in order for pictures to be of any use as blackmail, at least one person in the pic must want the events portrayed therein to remain secret. My life is an open book. Any secrets I have, I’m hoarding for my autobiography.
[Motions to the sweet creatures who serve him.]
[ul]“Go, my lovelies, entertain the others. I must mingle.”[/ul][Rises to greet the guests and help translate drink orders to Bob.]
[ul]“Rysdad, I think the non-motile snacks are a little farther along the buffet. Hurry before the the motile snacks beat you to them. They’ve already invaded the punch bowl. They swim well, don’t you think?”[/ul]
~~Baloo
Happy 500th! I’m catching up, and I will have a party at or near 500 (I don’t pay too much attention to my post count). Just giving advance notice so ya’ll’ll have time to buy beer and fire up the grill.
