danger, danger

turns out, my RELATIVE was in NOLA at the very same time i was this past weekend ... so, of course, we had to get together.

she brought along her friends ... who are fabulous. i invited a couple of guys i know from work ... i've known them since i entered the hardware business about 4 years ago ... i know they're crazy, but this time, they were over the top and down the other side.

OMFG. perhaps i'm just immune to their antics. or grown to expect it. but, as this was the first time MY RELATIVE and her friends had met them, they were, i'm sure, a little on the shocked side. below is an excerpt i received after the night out. please remember that we were in NEW ORLEANS. wow, i hope MY RELATIVE and her friends survived without any permanent scarring ...

So, Bobo shows up to line up at my gate this afternoon. I, of course, don't say anything, but after a couple minutes he turns to me and says "Hey, didn't I party with you last night?" and proceeds to sit down next to me. He goes into a little bit of his night...got in at 530, still drunk when he got up at 8, felt great except his feet hurt from dancing so much, blah blah blah. He then calls his wife, which I figured was the end of our convo. Not so fast my friends.

After the brief phone call, he leans over and says, "So you missed a few things last night" and starts to show me some pics on his phone...one of which is of a bachelorette party with a giant novelty penis. At that point, the stranger woman next to us leans over and says, "Alright, now I have to see. It's ok, I'm in the business. (whispers) I have sex toys." Evidently she works for Slumber Party, which of course Bobo knew e'thing about, and of course, she was also at the trade show. After looking at his pic, she pulls out her camera and says check this out and shows us a pic of two people on Bourbon Street in full bondage gear, including whips and a collar/leash. They proceed to talk more about things, including boobs, flashing, Slumber Party products (she gave him her card), the shot girls from last night (evidently he spent another $100 on those stupid shots at the next bar), etc.