So I did.
And he still went to the ugly sweater party.
That was being thrown by the two hot chicks upstairs in his apartment building.
That was being thrown by the two hot chicks upstairs in his apartment building.
Jerk.
Luckily the hostess of the party provided the party with copious amounts of champagne, so I managed to drink myself through the awkwardness.
The lady who runs the party showed up and needed us to help her bring up all of her supplies to the room. I was tasked with carrying this very large case that resembles a case one might put an instrument in, or a gun. I was very curious as to what was in this box.
We then started passing around the lingerie she had for sale. I was at the end of the semi-circle so I lost out on anything that was cute because it was claimed by someone else first. Oh well, whatever, I'd rather be naked than in some frilly froofroo shit anyway.
Then she started passing around lubes and giving us a rundown on what it was/did/why we needed it.
We even got to try some stuff! Like this bosom buddy cream!
Yeah she passed out q-tips and had us all rub it on our nipples. Nothing like a bunch of girls awkwardly reaching in their shirts to put something like that on to set the mood!I was getting pretty drunk at this point, to curb the awkwardness, when she finally opened the case. I tweeted a pic with excitement.
Then she started passing them around and explaining how great they all are. She started passing them around from the opposite end of the semi circle.
This ended with me having 3 to 4 vibrators in my hands and on my lap, all vibrating, as they all got passed around to me.
I drank away the awkwardness of that night so much that I don't remember much after this. I woke up in my bed the next morning with a bag of the goodies I had bought next to me.
In other news, I would never go to one of these again. Ever.



