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SGATLiens 2nd Anniversary Party

Wildness. The SGATLiens party at the Vortex last night was wildness. I'm surprised we didn't get ourselves kicked out and banned from the Vortex for life. We probably would have been if not for the fact that we'd reserved the whole patio so there weren't any other customers around to be traumatized by our antics.

Things started pretty mild and stayed that way until geckogirl showed up and took over as the mistress of ceremonies. There was a bag of SG goodies and she started coming up with little contests so people could win them. There was arm wrestling, cupcake eating, lapdancing. The final contest, though, was a kissing contest. The debauch level in the room was already pretty high from the lapdance contest, Onie making out with her girlfriend, and Onie semi-erotically tabledancing with no qualm about baring her chest down to her little electrical tape pasties. The kissing contest sent people into a frenzy and the room quickly divided between the people at the table staying out of it and everyone else engaged in a make out frenzy for like two hours. As best male kisser, according to Onie's girlfriend who was the judge, I certainly didn't protest liplocking the night away with four different very hot women.

I did feel a little bad for the people who were at the table, though. I know at least a few were uncomfortable with the going ons. I've always tried to be a responsible hedonist and give people fair warning when I'm inviting them to something that might be a bit high on the debauchery meter. This event was miles beyond anything that was an "official" SGATLiens event. The only thing comparable would be my birthday party and my birthday party was clearly designated as a hedonistic affair. I can understand some people being bothered as this event really should have been a little more reigned in. I suppose that's a bit hypocritical of me, since I certainly wasn't inclined to stop going with the flow, but a couple of times I did step back and say to myself that this was all way too much for an open event and someone should tone it down. Then one of the girls would start kissing me again and I'd forget all about my reservations. What can I say? A woman's lips can seduce me into pretty much anything that's not outright illegal or unethical.

Around last call, about half the party moved to the Clairmont Lounge. I'd never been before so I went mostly because that's where my make out partners were going and I was curious to finally see what I'd heard about the Clairmont for myself. It was almost exactly like I'd heard. I kind of liked it, though I would have liked it better without the nude dancers. I'm not terribly appreciative of even attractive strippers, so I wasn't into the almost grandmotherly women on stage at all.

We didn't stay there terribly long before people decided to move along. People couldn't figure out where to go though. I was ready to go home, though, and a large number of people seemed to have it in their head that the party was supposed to move to my place eventually anyway, which I think a lot of others resisted because they thought something like my birthday party would happen. Most of us did go back to my place, though, and absolutely nothing interesting happened. We just sat around, some of us a little cuddly, and watched TV for a while. Then everyone left. Ironically, not a single person crashed at our place besides katfireblade, who is family anyway, and therefore doesn't count.

She didn't really crash here, actually, so much as stayed up to nine in the morning chatting away with me and BigBlack81. Damn, can the three of us talk when left alone together. I was really fucking exhausted and didn't feel like talking, but it was something to do to keep my mind off pining about missing Brenda, my disappointment that Marlowe ended up not coming to the event and poor Llona was called into a birth (thus entirely missing the event she set up), and wondering what ramifications the events of the evening would have on the future.