So, we are having our second 'Grebe Fall Ball' coming up here, shortly.
Basically, it's an event we have with no kids allowed, so that our friends {most of whom are paretns}, can relax, socialize, enjoy some good food {without worrying about sharing with little hands}, and the company of friends {many of which we don't get to see all the time}.
To say I look forward to this night is an understatement. It is such a fun time.
We have even had guests come in formal wear, which may or may not have included a tuxedo shirt and old bridesmaids' dresses. I mean, we do call it a ball, right?
Funny enough, the first year we had this soiree, I was telling some folks that they should come, and I was giving them the deets. All I said was, "You know, it's an adult party.". I was met with some quizzical looks.
Apparently, an adult party to some means something totally different than what it means to me. Ha! I was told I didn't seem like the adult party type. At that point, I picked up what the were puttin' down, so to speak. I assured them there was nothing 'questionable' involved. No strange 'toy' demonstrations, or unrated movies, or bowl of keys, if you know what I'm sayin'.
Needless to say, I have since referreed to the party as the 'no kids allowed party', or the 'find your babysitter party', or 'mom & dad's night out party'. But, every once in awhile I catch myself saying things, like, "Hey, Big Daddy...did you invite Bob and Suzie to the adult party?".
I must admit, it does sound a bit sketchy.
So, the moral of the story is this, if you ever receive an invite to an adult party from me...you can rest easy. It's not what you think.
