how do YOU feel about house parties?

During our sophisticated evening at Coco Noche, Leslie got a text message invite to a house party. My first thought was that I was too old or better yet, too cool, to go to a house party. But since I had already drank a couple glasses of wine by then, I didn’t listen to my reservations and just about an hour later we found ourselves at a house party. To my surprise, we had a pleasant time (with signature house party plastic blue cups in hand). I don’t know if Ed (next to Leslie in the pic below) felt the same way.  Perhaps he’s just upset that he spilled his drink down the middle of his sweater.

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