We knew it was going to be a great party. The invitation was casual and sent via e-mail:
“Be In The Spirit.....No RSVP required...Just get your butt here and lets have some fun....I’ll have finger foods and plenty to drink”
I had never met the host in person, just some “conversations” via the internet. He seemed like a good person and I was looking forward to meeting him. However, I had no idea what to expect. The reference to “finger foods” led me to believe that it wouldn’t be chips and dip. And I also didn’t know if the “plenty to drink” referred to fruit punch or alcoholic beverages. Oh well, always the adventurer. I wore skin tight snakeskin leggings and my leather thigh high boots. I didn’t want to come on as sexy right in the beginning but I just couldn’t help myself…
YUP - that's me!!! Wet T-Shirt Contest Winner.
My date (a/k/a my sister) went as one of the Cirque du Soleil clowns and her name was Santanya.
I’ll post more pics at the bottom, so just scroll down if you don’t feel like reading.
We passed the house up the first time because it looked like a hotel with a tennis court out front. I knew that Jack had a tennis court but what I wasn’t prepared for was the size of his home. It was HUGE!!! We were met by a uniformed attendant and shown where to park. Some of the guests had arrived by limo, as there was a white one out front. In the invitation, he had mentioned that he was going to have someone taking pictures. What he neglected to mention was that it was professional studio photographers with a set and everything. When you first walk in the door, you have to pose for a picture.
Now I have been in some beautiful homes but never have I been in a home that was designed for parties like this one. We walked into this huge room with an indoor pool and spa with fiber optic lighting. It was clearly the focal point of the home. To the left was a room that looked like a cocktail lounge in a hotel. To the right was a room as huge as my whole house. Everything was so inviting and just downright
comfortable. The wood was very dark and the main colors were maroon and gold. The bar, which was built in, sat about 15 people easily and had a granite top, could have been slate – not sure. The screened lanai had enough tables and comfy chairs for about 60 people. This house was obviously designed for fun.
He had opened his garage which housed his Hummer and two mint condition red Thunderbirds. I think one was a ’55 and the other a ’56. Not sure. It was more of a showroom than a garage – the floor was spotless. I’ve never been in a cleaner garage in my life.
Expectedly, there were plenty of young women in sexy costumes. I found out later that his kids were in attendance, so perhaps they were their friends. Almost everyone was in costume. Of course, I didn’t know a soul. I especially didn’t even know what the host looked like. He had sent me a picture but it wasn’t a good one. After we wandered through the house (probably with our mouths hanging open), we headed for the bar. While waiting for our drinks, a beautiful young thing presented us with a tray of canapés to choose from. I had my choice of every premium vodka you can imagine. I asked for the usual Absolut martini – very dry and up. Dumb blonde! The cups were plastic. Oh well. There were display cases with the most beautiful crystal glasses and stemware. I think I spotted a Baccarat or two – maybe Lalique, too. There were gorgeous candles everywhere – even in the powder room. The most gorgeous one was in the main room that housed the pool and spa. It looked like a collection of about 100 votives in one huge “bowl”. Straight out of “Phantom of the Opera”. We had lots of fun – me introducing myself as “Tiffany from Tittusville” pronounced “tit-us-ville” (it’s ty-tus-ville) and Corrie as “the mysterious Satanya”. My costume was a big hit – everyone wanted to have their picture taken with me. I had my camera in my purse and did not take ONE picture. Shame on me! The buffet had so much stuff on it, I can’t even remember. My favorite was skewers of shrimp. There were little chicken cutlets, potstickers, every kind of cheese you can imagine, sausage. I still managed to eat fairly low carb. Everything was really yummy and different. On the lanai, there was a huge cooler with bottles of beer from around the world. Out back were tiki huts that were tables with chairs. I didn’t go out back but I’m sure he has a boat.
After we had been there for about two hours, I thought it might be appropriate to introduce myself to Jack, but I didn’t know who he was. I was forced to ask someone who he was. As it turned out, he was the priest. I asked him if he knew who I was and he said, honestly, “no”. I introduced myself and told him what a great party it was. He was extremely pleasant and I could tell he was very proud of his home and possessions, as he should be. He asked me how I was enjoying living in Florida. I mentioned that I had bought a kayak and he told me “I’ve got two out back that you are free to use”. His house is right on the river, so I guess it shouldn’t have surprised me that he would have kayaks.
He even provided entertainment was fabulous – a fire eater, and a belly dancer who was really good. I’ll bet the party lasted until the sun came up – maybe later. We had a pretty good drive – about 40 minutes, so we said our goodbyes and left around 2 am.
It would be nice if he and I could hit it off as friends. That’s all either of us are looking for. He’s got a Cessna 180 and a helicopter so we could have some fun for sure. I didn’t see the motorcycle. Maybe he got rid of it, which would be fine with me. The last thing I care to do is ride on a death trap. It appears that he is very much into material things and he sure doesn’t appear to need any more friends. But we’ll see. It would be nice to have someone to "hang" with.
Here are the promised pics:
This is all the pictures you get. I can't upload any more and don't know why. (And I'm freakin' tired of dealing with it!) The picture on the right makes me look fat, but I assure you those are size 12 pants! Corrie looked fabulous!!!
YUP - that's me!!! Wet T-Shirt Contest Winner.
My date (a/k/a my sister) went as one of the Cirque du Soleil clowns and her name was Santanya.
I’ll post more pics at the bottom, so just scroll down if you don’t feel like reading.
We passed the house up the first time because it looked like a hotel with a tennis court out front. I knew that Jack had a tennis court but what I wasn’t prepared for was the size of his home. It was HUGE!!! We were met by a uniformed attendant and shown where to park. Some of the guests had arrived by limo, as there was a white one out front. In the invitation, he had mentioned that he was going to have someone taking pictures. What he neglected to mention was that it was professional studio photographers with a set and everything. When you first walk in the door, you have to pose for a picture.
Now I have been in some beautiful homes but never have I been in a home that was designed for parties like this one. We walked into this huge room with an indoor pool and spa with fiber optic lighting. It was clearly the focal point of the home. To the left was a room that looked like a cocktail lounge in a hotel. To the right was a room as huge as my whole house. Everything was so inviting and just downright comfortable. The wood was very dark and the main colors were maroon and gold. The bar, which was built in, sat about 15 people easily and had a granite top, could have been slate – not sure. The screened lanai had enough tables and comfy chairs for about 60 people. This house was obviously designed for fun.
He had opened his garage which housed his Hummer and two mint condition red Thunderbirds. I think one was a ’55 and the other a ’56. Not sure. It was more of a showroom than a garage – the floor was spotless. I’ve never been in a cleaner garage in my life.
Expectedly, there were plenty of young women in sexy costumes. I found out later that his kids were in attendance, so perhaps they were their friends. Almost everyone was in costume. Of course, I didn’t know a soul. I especially didn’t even know what the host looked like. He had sent me a picture but it wasn’t a good one. After we wandered through the house (probably with our mouths hanging open), we headed for the bar. While waiting for our drinks, a beautiful young thing presented us with a tray of canapés to choose from. I had my choice of every premium vodka you can imagine. I asked for the usual Absolut martini – very dry and up. Dumb blonde! The cups were plastic. Oh well. There were display cases with the most beautiful crystal glasses and stemware. I think I spotted a Baccarat or two – maybe Lalique, too. There were gorgeous candles everywhere – even in the powder room. The most gorgeous one was in the main room that housed the pool and spa. It looked like a collection of about 100 votives in one huge “bowl”. Straight out of “Phantom of the Opera”. We had lots of fun – me introducing myself as “Tiffany from Tittusville” pronounced “tit-us-ville” (it’s ty-tus-ville) and Corrie as “the mysterious Satanya”. My costume was a big hit – everyone wanted to have their picture taken with me. I had my camera in my purse and did not take ONE picture. Shame on me! The buffet had so much stuff on it, I can’t even remember. My favorite was skewers of shrimp. There were little chicken cutlets, potstickers, every kind of cheese you can imagine, sausage. I still managed to eat fairly low carb. Everything was really yummy and different. On the lanai, there was a huge cooler with bottles of beer from around the world. Out back were tiki huts that were tables with chairs. I didn’t go out back but I’m sure he has a boat.
After we had been there for about two hours, I thought it might be appropriate to introduce myself to Jack, but I didn’t know who he was. I was forced to ask someone who he was. As it turned out, he was the priest. I asked him if he knew who I was and he said, honestly, “no”. I introduced myself and told him what a great party it was. He was extremely pleasant and I could tell he was very proud of his home and possessions, as he should be. He asked me how I was enjoying living in Florida. I mentioned that I had bought a kayak and he told me “I’ve got two out back that you are free to use”. His house is right on the river, so I guess it shouldn’t have surprised me that he would have kayaks.
He even provided entertainment was fabulous – a fire eater, and a belly dancer who was really good. I’ll bet the party lasted until the sun came up – maybe later. We had a pretty good drive – about 40 minutes, so we said our goodbyes and left around 2 am.
It would be nice if he and I could hit it off as friends. That’s all either of us are looking for. He’s got a Cessna 180 and a helicopter so we could have some fun for sure. I didn’t see the motorcycle. Maybe he got rid of it, which would be fine with me. The last thing I care to do is ride on a death trap. It appears that he is very much into material things and he sure doesn’t appear to need any more friends. But we’ll see. It would be nice to have someone to "hang" with.
Here are the promised pics:
This is all the pictures you get. I can't upload any more and don't know why. (And I'm freakin' tired of dealing with it!) The picture on the right makes me look fat, but I assure you those are size 12 pants! Corrie looked fabulous!!!
