Wednesday, March 23, 2011


Well folks, there's been a lot of speculation on this site about swinging.  And now, after lots of whispers and online solicitations, I have found a bonafide, witness-confirmed case of it.

Caveat #1 - It's not me.  I feel like I need to state this outright because if you're skeptical like me, you'll read this whole post and think I'm talking about myself in the third person.  I'm not.

Caveat #2 - I am not going to use any names or distinguishing characteristics that might point to who these people are.  Everyone will be Friend A or Husband 1.  I'm not here to out anyone and there are DB-ers who read this blog.

Caveat #3 - These are a lot of caveats for what is going to be a very brief story.  Sorry about that.

Let's get to the gettin' to, shall we?

Walking with a friend who sees another couple that she knows.  She remarks, "I bet they're off to counseling" and then proceeds to give me the only first-hand swinging story I've heard.  Apparently a few couples (not sure of the exact number - either 2 or 3) used to get together and swap partners.  I can't even begin to imagine how the first step of that process begins, but I'm sure there's alcohol involved.  This "party" happens multiple times - and, disturbingly enough, all in the same abode.  (I'm praying separate rooms, but who really knows?!)

Everybody's all hunky-dory with the situation until one adulterous couple (Husband 1 and Wife 2) decide they want to split away from the pack and do their own thing on their own time.  That's when the word "affair" starts getting thrown around and discord in the group begins.  Yet the couple continue their dalliances in bathrooms at public events and other venues.  My friend who witnessed it all isn't sure (or better yet, wasn't telling) what broke up the party because she pulled away from the group when all the drama went down.

I can't get the movie Ice Storm out of my head.  I also can't help but laugh that it only became an "affair" when the one couple tried to break off from the pack.  We need a Real Housewives of Discovery Bay over here.

...and an Angel Got His Wings

You know how much I love the fashion here...  Well, spotted these fabulous pants on a man walking in front of me the other day:

Yep, those are angel wings...that flap in the breeze as he walks.  I hate to admit it, but I do actually like these!  Not to wear, but to put a smile on your face.  

I'm Baaaaaack

Sorry for the radio silence these last few weeks.  I jetted off to Barcelona for a holiday, dammit I mean vacation.  That sounds very "tai-tai fabulous" but it's kinda true: My husband chose to run the Barcelona marathon and who am I stop him if it means a European vacation?!

Barca is my favorite city on earth followed closely by Tokyo.  However, one thing that truly sucks about Barca is all the smoking.  They are in dire need of an anti-smoking campaign. I passed not one, but two!, hugely pregnant women walking down the street puffing on the cigarette.  And when I met hubby at the finish line of the marathon, another runner who had just crossed, lit up!  Blech!

I'm back now and have a few posts for you...

Here's a picture of Parc Guell, which I highly recommend if you're ever in Barca: