Scorpion Celebration.

I promised fun and games, and posts that the rest of the people
in the world can relate to. How about a party? That always gets
peoples' fascination.
Yes, a party. A Scorpio Adoration party, of which there are
many here and in the Family at large, thank God. I did take a video,
but let's talk about it first.
I impulsively invited some young people from Mazatlan (a city
two hours away), in a chat late one night.
Timbrel: Oh goodie, is it a dress up party?
Now why would she ask that?
Joe: Uh.. yeah. It is.
It wasn't. Clever of me, I thought. Get a herd of exhausted arrivals in bunny outfits. It will be hilarious.
Then I repented. What about love and brotherhood, I thought?
Joe: Uh... there's something I should tell you.
Timbrel: has signed out of Yahoo Messenger.
Joe: Wait... uhoh.
Between snickering to myself and my peers, we hit on a brilliant solution: we would make it a dress up party, everyone would come dressed up, Mazatlan would feel good. Here we learned a lesson:
Don't cry wolf, wolf.
No one believed us.
Them: Yeah right a dress up party! Just like you told Timbrel?
Hahaha.
Me: But... I promise..
We banded together and eventually convinced everyone to come in masquerade. Here is what they came as: (Video file lost, sorry)
I did miss a few people but, as you saw, captured most of it. Missed the nudist. Shucks. Aren't you sad.
I will stick to mediums in this post, because the lows aren't worth saying and the highs are sometimes too explicit. We partied, we had fun, we took leaks in the grass and sang off key. We lap danced, pole danced, stair danced, and just danced.
And to whom it may concern: I have a RED RIBBON tied around my neck, and I cannot get it off. I don't believe in scissors.
I guess it kind of matches with the ORANGE B.L.A.S.T. identification band around my wrist.

Joe.