Mel’s Party Part I

First off, the party had something of a rocky start. When we arrived shortly before Seven we were told that since we weren’t there at Six our space had been given to another group. This was their screw up. Ms. Melanie had spoken with the management on several occasions and 7:30 was the time. But the bozos running the joint were clueless and it was at this point that Ms. Melanie began to morph into a large breasted T-Rex. Eventually the staff said they would set up the tent for us, which ended up being great because we didn’t have to share the live band area with everyone else out on the patio. As I ran off in search of matches to light the Halloween candles I ran into Dean who commented on my obvious stress. I told him the situation and he set out to find Mel.
Although Ms Elizabeth hadn’t eaten all day long she and Dean blew off their plans at the bar to come help set up. And in no time Ms. Melanie began to morph back into a large breasted woman again.
All was well.
Of course, I’d forgotten my camera. I’m fairly certain I said a string of dirty words when I realized it. Melanie told me to quit being a baby and swing into the nearest gas station where she bought some disposable cameras. Good girl.
However, my screw up leaves us with a two part journal entry.

Part I is brought to you by the Photography of Mr. Jeremy…self-portrait above. His digital camera was going nuts from the moment they arrived.

Dean and Elizabeth threw on their Pirate gear after assisting with the setup and they went relatively unchallenged until Captain Morgan showed up later and challenged Dean to a duel…but we’ll get to that.

Of course, I showed up. I was a big hit with the drunken ladies of the bar and the children there with their families. If that sounds creepy…well it probably should.
For some odd reason the parents dinning with their kids seemed to think I was part of the hired entertainment. One lady got particuarly miffed when I didn’t spend more time with her six-year-old. Later she apologized when she realized this was simply how I dress when I go out on the town.
And much later in the evening a massively drunk woman entered our private party and asked if she and her friends could get a picture with me. Sure, I replied in an impressively heroic voice. Next thing I know I’m surrounded by half a dozen drunk women. And I kid you not when I say that little Farmer was grabbed, fondled and poked at least a dozen times. And one lady literally bit one of my foamy boobs. I felt so used. Having returned to the room John Jarrell was there in a flash and asked, “Dude, were those girls molesting you?” Poor little Farmer.

Good party though. I think everyone had fun. It was a gathering of new and old. I hadn’t seen the Handmans in over a year and that was just big Dave at a gas station and he’s not nearly as sexy as his wife. I hope there’s a picture of them somewhere in the disposable cameras.

Devin brought Victoria and I think they enjoyed watching the inebriated adults stumbling around.

I hadn’t seen Mark and Christine in several years…well since Dean Riesner’s funeral I guess. Unfortunately I don’t have a Christine pic at the moment. Hopefully Part II.

They brought their youngest poohbah who I gotta say was a little angel all night long. And cute too.

Ms. Sarah and the Sexy Olga were the last to arrive in full garb, Ms. Sarah as a Raven and the Sexy Olga as a…I’m not sure what she was but I know she was wearing sticks in her hair from the tree that had recently fallen on Ms. Sarah’s Montero.

Before the end of the night, Devin was so filled with love that he broke into song. Singing much of Les Misérables as well as all of the White Album and assorted devotional songs.

Ms. Breanne showed up with Ben and if memory serves they were the first to arrive behind the Loreys. Mel and Breanne go way back. They served in Nam together and share a bond you can’t understand unless you’ve killed and bled together.

This is probably the moment Dean spotted Captain Morgan. Notice how the hatred has already started brewing. In the background, Patrick and Handman are most likely hoping for fireworks.

Dean, of course, challenged Captain Morgan to a fight but Morgy wanted no part of Captain Dean. Instead they opted for a photo.

Sarah got poop-faced and we were all forced to tolerate her sick games.

Mel and I made the rounds flirting with anyone who’d spend time with us. My flirting, of course, stands out because I was wearing blue spandex.

Noel and Ms. Chris Torres met at the bar then found their way into the party. It’s always good to see the Noel and I’m fairly certain I molested Ms. Torres on several occasions but that’s not really something out of the ordinary.

Ms. Melanie blew out the candles and the cakes were a big hit. Half the staff kept sneaking in and scooting out with slices.

One by one folks made their way to the exit and the night would soon come to and end but not before Ms. Sarah and the Sexy Olga took the dance floor by storm.

Overall, I’d say the evening was a success. And I think it’s safe to say Ms. Melanie had a blast. It was good to bring old friends and new together and it’s a shame we don’t do it more often.
Coming Soon — Mel’s Party Pictures Part II — Attack of the Disposables.