So there is a definite pre-party planning. Stop the weed. Smoked or edible. Cut back on the hooch. Lots of exercise before, and early to bed (10:00) for like 3 days before. We’d fool around in the morning (well, one time at night), but we are looking for a smacking party.
We had security checking names at the front door. Nice, well dressed, also models. With cellphones and 911 on speed dial. We had windows open – chilly, but not freezing. Fires all lit (5) and as the servers, bartenders and workers got to the house, Fritz had them all in place and ready to go. He might not have a small dick and a be a lousy lover, but he sure could use his Germanic heritage to control the logistics of the event.
Fritz, for the record. Was resplendent. Gorgeous. Tall (he’s 24 and 6’2”), dressed in his uniform, jacket and cuffs. And he managed literally 75 employees with ease. “We have a problem” was met with “Do this...”, a lack of enough ice “Calum, here” and it was all just well done. I let him know he should have fun this evening as well, and he turned to me, professional that he was. “Oh, I am, Conrad, I absolutely am enjoying this. This will be a party for Philadelphia to remember. Mark my words.” As he opened the door and asked the guests their names, and announced them to the crowd. He’d been watching too much of ‘The Crown’ or perhaps 'Downton Abbey' – but it was useful. Half the people I didn’t know and it was nice to get a memory jog on who they were. And their impressions on meeting Fritz were priceless. He was handsome, authoritative, imposing and completely in control. Well, done, Fritz.
So the deal is – PACE YOURSELF. Which I did for a little bit. But you are with your best friends and you kind of get a little sloppy. I made sure we greeted every guest, and Peter knew more people than I did for sure. We weren’t greeters, per se, but we were close by and waived and did “Great to see you” and then talked to as many as we could.
Fritz leaned in and whispered, “Sir might want to give himself a 20 minute break before the next drink. Nurse it.” And I look at him. Pissed; then appreciative. “You a slurring just a little bit” and I nod. “Thank you, Fritz. I appreciate that.” And I did. So I got a seltzer and yep. 30 minutes later, I felt less bombed. I’d smoked a little hooch with Wendy and Sammie. Peter was engaged with a beautiful and breasty beauty. Well fuck him, he’d miss out on our smoking fun. Everett found us and joined in, as we giggled and had laughs. We went back to the party and I met Everett’s girlfriend, who was less amused at the state of her boyfriend. I tried to smooth things over.
Then I saw JJ, working the crowd. And Will was just a few feet away. “Pardon me, JJ, lovely to see you. Can you come with me?” and of course the other guests had no choice, I was one of the hosts. JJ looked at me like ‘blow job’ and I smile and shake my head. “Will – you need to meet JJ and, if you’d like, teach him what you taught me. He as a ten inch cock” and Will looks at his crotch. I turned to JJ and said “Will is one of the most experienced lovers I have ever met, and he can do a LOT to help you with your activities.” And that was that. I left with a smile on my face, as they engaged in an increasingly animated discussion. I saw them going up the stairs together shortly after.
Fuck it. As it neared midnight, the party was in full swing. We had a back stairway and I saw a few guests make their way up the front one. “Just looking for a loo” was the usual “Need anything?” – but the servers and bartenders seemed to decrease in numbers, maybe they were in the kitchen. Not. Fucking, probably. The punch was a hit and people were tanked. Took pressure off of the bar lines and people did not have to wait too long.
There were smokers on the back patio. Weed being smoked upstairs with the windows open. Lots of flushed looking guys and gals coming down the stairs after 1:00 – they must have had an active discussion with friends to be so worked up. And the servers and bartenders came and went. A few of the hotter ones went and disappeared more than once. This was some party. And Fritz reigned supreme.
“A Mr. Bartley is going upstairs for a second time and he was not very gentlemanly on his first trip. Should I intervene?” and I looked at him. “Was anyone hurt?” and he shook his head. “He, apparently, is well endowed, and Elena wasn’t able to take him. He was rude. I sent Phyllis to him, who can handle anything.” And I nodded and smiled. “Well done. Let’s let it play out. I’ll do a walk though in about 20 minutes and make sure all is well.” And he nodded.
We had security checking names at the front door. Nice, well dressed, also models. With cellphones and 911 on speed dial. We had windows open – chilly, but not freezing. Fires all lit (5) and as the servers, bartenders and workers got to the house, Fritz had them all in place and ready to go. He might not have a small dick and a be a lousy lover, but he sure could use his Germanic heritage to control the logistics of the event.
Fritz, for the record. Was resplendent. Gorgeous. Tall (he’s 24 and 6’2”), dressed in his uniform, jacket and cuffs. And he managed literally 75 employees with ease. “We have a problem” was met with “Do this...”, a lack of enough ice “Calum, here” and it was all just well done. I let him know he should have fun this evening as well, and he turned to me, professional that he was. “Oh, I am, Conrad, I absolutely am enjoying this. This will be a party for Philadelphia to remember. Mark my words.” As he opened the door and asked the guests their names, and announced them to the crowd. He’d been watching too much of ‘The Crown’ or perhaps 'Downton Abbey' – but it was useful. Half the people I didn’t know and it was nice to get a memory jog on who they were. And their impressions on meeting Fritz were priceless. He was handsome, authoritative, imposing and completely in control. Well, done, Fritz.
So the deal is – PACE YOURSELF. Which I did for a little bit. But you are with your best friends and you kind of get a little sloppy. I made sure we greeted every guest, and Peter knew more people than I did for sure. We weren’t greeters, per se, but we were close by and waived and did “Great to see you” and then talked to as many as we could.
Fritz leaned in and whispered, “Sir might want to give himself a 20 minute break before the next drink. Nurse it.” And I look at him. Pissed; then appreciative. “You a slurring just a little bit” and I nod. “Thank you, Fritz. I appreciate that.” And I did. So I got a seltzer and yep. 30 minutes later, I felt less bombed. I’d smoked a little hooch with Wendy and Sammie. Peter was engaged with a beautiful and breasty beauty. Well fuck him, he’d miss out on our smoking fun. Everett found us and joined in, as we giggled and had laughs. We went back to the party and I met Everett’s girlfriend, who was less amused at the state of her boyfriend. I tried to smooth things over.
Then I saw JJ, working the crowd. And Will was just a few feet away. “Pardon me, JJ, lovely to see you. Can you come with me?” and of course the other guests had no choice, I was one of the hosts. JJ looked at me like ‘blow job’ and I smile and shake my head. “Will – you need to meet JJ and, if you’d like, teach him what you taught me. He as a ten inch cock” and Will looks at his crotch. I turned to JJ and said “Will is one of the most experienced lovers I have ever met, and he can do a LOT to help you with your activities.” And that was that. I left with a smile on my face, as they engaged in an increasingly animated discussion. I saw them going up the stairs together shortly after.
Fuck it. As it neared midnight, the party was in full swing. We had a back stairway and I saw a few guests make their way up the front one. “Just looking for a loo” was the usual “Need anything?” – but the servers and bartenders seemed to decrease in numbers, maybe they were in the kitchen. Not. Fucking, probably. The punch was a hit and people were tanked. Took pressure off of the bar lines and people did not have to wait too long.
There were smokers on the back patio. Weed being smoked upstairs with the windows open. Lots of flushed looking guys and gals coming down the stairs after 1:00 – they must have had an active discussion with friends to be so worked up. And the servers and bartenders came and went. A few of the hotter ones went and disappeared more than once. This was some party. And Fritz reigned supreme.
“A Mr. Bartley is going upstairs for a second time and he was not very gentlemanly on his first trip. Should I intervene?” and I looked at him. “Was anyone hurt?” and he shook his head. “He, apparently, is well endowed, and Elena wasn’t able to take him. He was rude. I sent Phyllis to him, who can handle anything.” And I nodded and smiled. “Well done. Let’s let it play out. I’ll do a walk though in about 20 minutes and make sure all is well.” And he nodded.