3.23.2007

party gals part 1

tonight i am going to a "party gals" party. you know, the kind of party where they sell...ahem..."toys". for adults. oddly enough, i have never been to one of these toy parties before. i have been invited but there were always other events that prevented me from going. not so, tonight. i am going. albeit reluctantly.

first of all, the name "party gals" is a bit of a turn off for me. gals??? c'mon people! are we living in 1940? i'm pretty sure the women of the 40's didn't have toy parties. or know what toys were. or even what sex was for that matter. gals makes me think of grandmas. who wants to be thinking "grandma" as they shop for sex toys?

secondly, take a look at their website. (only if you are at home!) it's well...cheesy. and they don't give good information about their items. go to the "pure romance" site and you almost feel classy as you browse for anal beads and flavored lube. not so on the good ole' party gals sight. its a bit obnoxious.

thirdly, (yes, thirdly) the party is being given by someone i work with. which means she has invited other people from work. i'm not sure i want to know what kind of vibrator jane is using, or that darcy is into feathers, or that jenny already owns half the collection. or whatever. i don't want to even think about them having sex, much less see what they buy. eeww. it's just not a sexy thought. at all.

but, i am going. because i like the girl who is throwing the party. and because she is so excited to be starting her new "business". and because i can't bear to see her sad little puppy-dog eyes if i tell her i'm not going. and yes, i admit, i am very curious about their, uh, products.

i may need to down a couple of quick ones before heading off to the party. a little liquid courage down the gullet.

stay tuned for more on the party...

1 comment:

Maurey Pierce said...

You'll have a blast! I've been to two, and would definitely go to a third. It does help to get a little tipsy. It's like a fun junior high slumber party ... you'll be giggling about boys by the end of the night.