A few years ago, when I was living alone, I had the unfortunate experience of having to throw a Halloween party one year. I'm not against parties, but how this one happened (and what happened at it) will haunt me for the rest of my days.
At the time, I was living alone with my daughter in a beautiful townhouse. I had just tucked her up for the night, locked the house up, and climbed into bed myself, when the doorbell rang. I didn't even get time to sit up in bed when my phone started ringing. My friend, Lula Bud, was phoning me.
Lula Bud- Where are you?
Me- In bed. Why?
Lula Bud- I'm at your front door. You are supposed to be throwing a Halloween party, remember?
There was no party. I had never arranged one. But next thing I knew I had around 20 strangers in my house, drinking and laughing. I phoned Michele and she raced down. She was as clueless as I was. But we attempted to make the best of it.
During the evening, Lula Bud disappeared. She was found upstairs, in my spare bedroom, giving some guy a blow-job. I'm not a prude, everyone has needs, etc etc....but! She was engaged to some other guy! The party was just a cover so that she could get her freak on in my spare room!
Her fiance must have known she was up to something because he started phoning her, demanding to know where she was. Michele ended up having to take her home because he was going to phone her landline to make sure she wasn't lying to him. Meanwhile, I was left with 20 strangers in my house.
When Michele left, I started throwing people out. Screw that! I was in bed! I wanted to go back to bed! Unlike Lula Bud, I had a job to go to. When Michele got back, she helped throw everyone out and tidy up the house. My house was trashed! Broken glasses, alcohol was everywhere.....I could have died!
Lula Bud went on to marry her fiance, and to this day he still doesn't know that his gut feeling was right. She cheated on him with some random guy at a "Halloween Party" in my house.
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