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Loved it...And I love to tie that boy up!

As soon as the stripper boys arrive. Guessing around 4ish....

Good answer...Sometimes, less is more.

+1 Get out and move. It will do a body and mind good.

Days are good...but sometimes I just want to cuddle, and yes, I'm willing to pay for it.

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Some of the best parties I've been to were those without guest lists. A dear friend would have a Christmas eve party every year. The invites went out to anyone who had no where to go. The first year four people showed up, by year 5, the house was filled with over a hundred people, coming and going all night. It was standing room only... Artist, musicians, writers, educators, actors, students, collectors, neighbors, friends, family...the list was endless. It was an event I looked forward to all year. Another friend has a Thanksgiving day dinner. He invites 10 or 15 people and then tells them to bring anyone they want to. His only request is that each invited guest has to bring a dish. He would laugh and say "Bring anything you want, and we'll make do." The number of people out there that have no place to hang their hat on holidays is surprising.

It is not necessary for you to believe Gman. It is only necessary that you do what feels right at this moment. I think going will give you closure, and a sense that it is the right thing to do. Prayers to you this morning...

Sorry...I don't have any info, but they were quite good.

That was hot!!

You seem annoyed that everyone is not agreeing with you.

God bless you FF...Wishing you all the luck in the world.

Yes...however, we just don't have enough information. We don't know what the host said to the invited friend. He could have told him that inviting additional guests was not a problem and could have even encouraged "The more the merrier." I keep going back to the informal and relaxed atmosphere aspect of the party. No it's not the end of the world, but....I like to think that I'm always right.

He lives/lived very close to me in FTL. He's had a rough go of it the last part of his life. There were very public bankruptcy's, foreclosures and the selling off of possessions and memorabilia, and of course the now famous bouts with alcoholism and rehab, and in recent years there was the memory loss. It must have been a terrible way to spend the last years of ones life. Praying that he finds peace and that if it is not to be, that he goes quietly and without pain.

I don't see the problem. He was one of the hosts, and had a right, as far as I can see, to invite someone else to the party. You don't know what the host said to the first person he invited. He might have OKed the additional invite. Relaxed and informal says a lot about the kind of party it was. Formal dinner parties are another issue of course, but social etiquette has been greatly relaxed in the last decade. I don't think I would have given it a second thought, especially since it didn't cause any friction.

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Well said...

Absolutely loved it...Thank you!

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I don't give to panhandlers. I think that is "feel good" money. It makes the giver feel good about themselves and does little to really help the recipient....But that's just my opinion, and whether or not I'm correct or not isn't something that I ponder for long. I volunteered for years at shelters and church groups that helped the street kids of Hollywood. Yes there were users and addicts and some that had fallen through the cracks of the mental health system, and yes, some said they were homeless by choice, but I don't honestly believe that anyone really wants to be homeless. I think the streets are worse than they used to be. Drug use is more rampant, more pervasive, and that alone makes street survival more dangerous. Talking with many of these kids, the stories were usually all the same. They had been tossed out of their house somewhere because their parents found out they were gay or they came from toxic households full of mental and physical abuse, were they had become a burden or an inconvenience. Not all the stories were the same of course, but what was the main constant in all the stories, is that they all had headed west, wanting and looking for the same thing most everyone else wants in life. These days I am far removed from that environment, and I prefer to spend my extra time and money at animal shelters, where homelessness was never a choice, and street survival is a death sentence.