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Jan. 01, 2005 - 5:16 a.m.

Hello everyone, and welcome to the year 2005.

Well, I am glad I went to that party. Last New Year's Eve I went to a party given by a different group of friends, and it kinda sucked a whole lot. So, this year I really wanted the party to be good. I went to the party thrown by the Rocky Horror Picture Show crowd, and I must say, they know how to have a good time.

Warning: Some scenes from this party may contain elements of a sexual nature. If you are easily offended, you probably aren't reading my journal anyway, so let's get on with the show!

I had invited several people from the different groups I hang around with. AJ and Chelle said they might make an appearance, but they didn't make it. Blanche and Ramon Blank had said they'd go with me, as they were with me at last year's party, and I wanted to make it up to them. However, Blanche came down with a cold, and sounded really awful on the phone. She and her husband stayed home. So it looked like it was just going to be me.

I finished up on the computer and shut it down for the evening. Immediately the phone rang. It was Amanda, the girl I've hung out with a few times, who comes in from Seward. She was in town and looking for something to do, so I met up with her at an easy-to-find location and she followed me to Leia and Jason's.

These are nice folks. Jason isn't into the RHPS much, but he's cool. They're very open, sexually speaking...yes, they're swingers. Interesting, to say the least.

Lots of people there I had seen before, a few I hadn't seen in ages, and many I didn't know. I'm pretty sure I was told everyone's names, but I don't remember all of them.

Anyway, Amanda and I stood in the kitchen for a while, talking and getting to know some of the people around the table. Getting comfortable around them, getting used to the room and the folks in it, that kind of thing.

I can't really remember the order in which things happened. While we were there, I didn't feel time passing very much at all. It was just a good time.

Jason kept trying to get a reaction out of me. He felt me up a couple of times, but I'm used to being around people who do that. He stuck his hand down the back of my pants, and even that didn't get a real reaction. I acknowledged the fact that it was there, but I don't get scared or nervous that easily. Many have tried, most have failed. In fact, he had to get pretty extreme to get a big reaction.

At one point, I sat in a chair at the end of the table. He was standing next to me. If I had looked at him, I would've been looking right into his zipper. So, he noticed I was at the right level for this, and took out his...um...little general. And waved it in my face. I was surprised, and jumped a bit. (Actual quote: "AAAAA! Holy crap!")

Don't feel too bad. He took out the little general several times over the course of the evening. One time, he stood in the doorway between the kitchen and the living room, with the wholepackage hanging out, and jumped up and down several times. Don't say I didn't warn you.

Anyway, at some point during this party, Ben - one of the guys in my Vampire gaming group - sat in one of the kitchen chairs with his girlfriend on his lap. We did a play-by-play, complete with color commentary, as they entertained each other. Soon her shirt was off, and then his was. Two digital cameras were flashing, and one of them had video capabilities. So there is a short film, of these two people half naked, humping each other with various party guests watching and commenting.

I have exchanged phone numbers and e-mail addresses with the wife of the guy who was taking pictures and video. Our gaming group has a Yahoo Group. The pictures are on a digital camera. Guess where they're going to be as soon as they are e-mailed to me? Mwa ha ha...I haven't decided if I'm going to be that evil yet. I want to be that evil, but I don't know. I'll have to think about it for a while, and get some people's opinions on the subject. I'll let you know what I decide.

Anyway, this went on till Neff came into the kitchen and poured cold water on them. Both of them jumped, and fell onto the tile floor. This poor innocent girl now has a huge bruise on her ass and probably numerous bite marks covering her entire upper body. Wait a minute...she wasn't innocent. She didn't have any problem taking off her shirt in front of party guests and cameras.

I drove Theatre-Geek to the party her husband was at, before all this took place. I dropped her off and headed back to Leia and Jason's, to finish out the evening. It was just a few minutes till midnight when I got back, and they were pouring the champagne. I had a small glass, and then switched to Pepsi. I didn't want to get drunk, not when I had to drive home.

Anyway, I've made several new friends and reconnected with a few old friends. I've seen things and I've done things - actually, I didn't do anything to be embarrassed about. I chatted with a guy in a kilt, a Thelemite who had some interesting theories about religion and such. I hope to see him again, and his wife was a really nice lady who I liked a lot. They know AJ and Chelle through Red Grail, and that's just too cool.

Everyone got felt up, lots of inappropriate things were said and/or done, and we all had a great time. I left there a little after 4am. This party has totally made up for last year's Armies of the Night fiasco. And I didn't even drink at this party. Amazing. I guess you can have fun on New Year's without drinking.

Thus ends my evening of merriment, revelry, and groping. Interesting and educational. I hope you will be able to sleep without having nightmares.

And so we say goodbye to 2004. In many ways, it was an awful year. In other ways it was all right. However, now we begin the countdown to my birthday, in May. Only 4 months and ten days to go. Crud.

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