Standing On A Chair

Telling it like I see it…

Stories from the Chair: The Dinner Party – Part 2

Still holding hands, Marcus and I looked down into the deeply sunken living room in this glass-walled, cliff-side home overlooking almost all of San Francisco Bay, while Carole King belted “I Feel the Earth Move.”

All twenty-or-so people stopped whatever they were doing and stared up at us.  It was at this point that I became uncomfortably aware of myself. 

You see, in anticipation of a party full of strangers who were of the “nose-in-the-air, Tiburon yacht-clubbing crowd,” I had chosen a safe, conservative outfit:  grey flared trousers over black pumps (like I needed to wear those again), a white silk top and a navy blazer cut in at the waist.

In a two-second flash I surveyed the room and noticed in horror that these people were  dressed in jeans or flowing skirts; tie-died t-shirts, embroidered vests, head bands and colorful billowing tops. 

Slacks and a blazer?  Boy had I called this one wrong.  I mean, I’m a person who’s had experience being a real hippy.  I had stumbled stoned with the best of them through Haight-Ashbury in 1970, for God’s sake!  Okay, so that wasn’t the “Summer of Love” year, but whatever.  And I could have attendedWoodstock…I was in that part of the country at the time!

The group greeted us with big smiles and “come-on-down” waves, and thankfully I found myself feeling less like the dork of the universe.

We were literally swarmed by warm and friendly people.  Someone took my jacket and a cute male “waiter,” wearing nothing but a half-apron tied at the waist, circulated with trays of Quervo Gold shots and crystal flutes of Dom Perignon.  I knew the brands because the naked server proudly announced them.

I wondered, what the hell is going on here?  Did these people hire a catering service specializing in nudity? If so, how positively wicked and fun!

After chatting around and downing a couple of shots and a few glasses of champagne, Marcus and I proceeded to have a ball.  The music morphed through more of the Stones, the Doors, some George Harrison, and my favorite Motown greats like Marvin Gaye and the Temptations.  But it was Junior Walker’s Greatest Hits that got everybody up to dance. 

There was laughter, cheering, and the incredible music selection just kept on coming.

And there was a joint going around the room.

So nobody felt any pain.

I thought this was the best freaking party I had ever attended in my life.

That is, until I noticed that one-by-one, everyone started taking off their clothes.

Stay Tuned for Part 3

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January 10, 2012 - Posted by | Nudity | , , , , , , , , , , ,

3 Comments »

  1. I knew it! Oh what to do? What to do? Cannot wait till next week.

    Comment by Barb Luckhardt | January 10, 2012 | Reply

  2. Oooo story is getting goooood! Can’t wait for part 3 🙂

    Comment by Eve | January 10, 2012 | Reply

  3. DAMN YOU! AGAIN! Hurry up and supply me with rest of THIS story!

    Comment by geri wright | January 10, 2012 | Reply


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