Didn't do shit Friday, but Saturday brought a new kind of definition to a party. I was out in the East Bay anyways, so I figured I'd head over to a party in Danville that I knew about. Showed up at about 6 and began drinking. Recognized a handful of people, some from the city, a few that live in Fremont, and got to meet a whole bunch more.
Anyways, at some point jumped in the pool (which was so wonderfully heated), and then decided the hot tub would be a fun next. Hopped in there and started talking to some guy about something. I'm not even sure what. At some point I started putting bits and pieces together. Although it did happen awful slowly.
At this point, it was 3 couples, random dude I was talking to, and myself. But then I realized Girl in couple B was making out with guy from couple A. And then C's dude was w/ A, and all kinds of freaky shit like that. So it occurred to me, "Holy shit, swingers!" Amazingly, up until then, I've never witnessed it live.
I mean, here I was at a party with 3 swinging couples. Not just at the party, but in the hot tub with them. This realization got me out of there right quick. So not my style apparently. So I jumped out and headed over to the patio where I promptly got laughed at. It was alright though, made the rest of the night interesting.
It put an early incident in a whole new light. I was talking to one of these couples (totally unaware) when I mentioned I was only 24. I guess somebody that knew them real well said I was a camp counselor around here, at which point wifey turned white. I told her I wasn't really, and then she told me her 18 year old daughter was one, and was afraid I might know her. I figured that's no big deal. I couldn't care less if my parents got drunk at a party. Little did I know.
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