So I went to my first Halloween party of the season last night at my friend’s house. I didn’t go last year and apparently it was legendary - the videotape had to be destroyed.
So, my friend is a very nice, slightly wacky sort of individual and her husband is quite lovely. I adore them both. However, they have this group of friends that just … I don’t know… make me uncomfortable.
I mean, I know that all the chick-lovin’, girl grindin’, clam-bumpin’ stuff is all in right now - you can’t go out dancing without seeing a bunch of drunken blondes grind on each other, but I can’t help but think it’s nothing but bored WASPy housewives with nothing to do between plastic surgeries. You want to sleep with other women? Fine, go ahead, be a lesbian. But why insist on playacting on the dance floor (it’s almost ALWAYS on the dance floor) and not during dinner at Applebee’s - you know what I mean?
They always do it for an audience of guys, too. Three chicks rubbing all over each other is not going to make some guy think, “wow! That one in the middle is the one for me.” He’s going to think, “Wow! All three of those women want me! Will we all fit in my bed?” So unless you’re willing to go for the group discount, don’t mess with some poor schmuck who is just waiting till you get drunk enough so he can get some pictures on his digi-cam and email them to all his bragging buddies.
One guy was very obviously with one woman, having a constant, full-on snog just about every time they came close enough (the matching pirate costumes were another giveaway). An hour later he’s in snog mode with the cat. Lady pirate approaches, grabs the kitty, laughs and dances with her. Whatever!
On the other hand I danced with Elvis and was coquettishly wooed by Zorro. I liked Elvis - he was funny. Zorro was appropriately masked and handsome. Making the rounds and trying to find the easiest mark in the room. Until his wife called and he ran home, sword tucked sheepishly between his muscled thighs. Sigh.
One of the girls I was talking to was saying that my friends, the hosts, were trying to introduce her to him. So I guess the fact of him being married was just a little something they didn’t deem important, even though she obviously did.
And there was the titty bearing (gotta show them store-boughts off, get yer moneys’ worth!) booty-groping, back rubbing, sex talk that seemed just a little over the top to me. And I consider myself to be quite hard to shock!
So now I’m left wondering….Are my friends swingers? And if so…eeeuuw! I sat on their couch! 
Or is this normal between people who have known each other virtually their whole lives?