Last night, me, the hub and YellyB went to this party up in the Beverly Hills hills. YellyB had been visiting us the week before and she mentioned her love for LEAP YEAR and noted that the world doesn't properly celebrate this day as it should be celebrated. I asked if she had any plans but to her disappointment she said no. I just so happened to be invited to a LEAP YEAR party for this guy who was turning 12 and invited her to come along.
So last night we meet up at this fancy smancy house with yet another gorgeous view of the city. How do these people afford this stuff I asked myself and later asked the birthday boy (answer: good real estate investments). The birthday boy was a vendor/friend of mine. I had known him since I first started out in the "industry" (a word I found out YellyB hates) and he owns a printing press. He started out like any other person with nothing and has worked himself up. With a few good real estate purchase he now lives comfortably in a house I would call fancy smancy a.k.a. worth millions. He is a totally nice guy married to a sweet lady and I think through his niceness has gotten a loyal base of customers and thus the riches of being in a successful business.
We arrived at the party just a tad before YellyB, we waited for her to arrive and headed into the house. There was a photographer and a guy holding a video camera. I really didn't recognized anyone at first, so we wondered if we had gotten the right house and the right party. After we got some drinks and had our photos snapped by the wandering photographer, I recognized a few people and felt relieved we weren't crashing some rich person's party. The three of us found a tall cocktail table in front of a "window walls" that overlooked an enticing pool and a gorgeous view of the city. It could have been a scene from a movie. It was nice talking to just YellyB as normally we see her in a group. The hub and I had fun getting to know her on a one to one level.
After a while YellyB suggested we go meet people at the party. Brian really took this to heart and left immediately leaving me and YellyB behind to chat. As we chatted I noticed that the hubby was talking to this older lady and I am thinking what the heck is he talking about? See, the hub doesn't usually go up to strangers and just talk but he did tonight and I was currious as I sat inside watching him through the "window wall" talking ot this old lady at the pool.
A few minutes later he came back with the older woman an introduced her to us explaining she was the wife of the "HackeySack Guy." I didn't know what that meant and Brian took off again and the hostess whisked me away to the "sex room" so YellyB was left with the old lady and somehow found herself showing her how to use her i-phone. She had taken a picture of YellyB and I and wanted to know how it worked.
While YellyB was with the crazy phone lady, the hostess took me off to this room that all night had people going in and out of it. We had all nicknamed it, the "Sex Room." Well, I went in there and there was no sex going on but the Hostess wanted me to get my photo taken by this special photographer who was taking tiny photos to insert into these tiny key chain, viewer that you normally get at an amusement park. Unfortuanately, I had waited to long to visit the sex room and the cameraman left for the night so I couldn't get my cool party prize to take home with me.
When I got back YellyB was still with the crazy phone lady. I in a drunken state ran into a co-worker which probably was't a good thing in hindsight as the liquor made me lose at the lips. After that encounter YellyB broke free and Brian came back after meeting a pregnant lady and some other people and then we found ourselves by the big fireplace in the center of the house. We started dancing a bit to the DJ and soon other people started to dance too. Then, we were approached by another group of people I work with and I introduced 90 lb Girl and YellyB to Crazy Hair Guy, who YellyB called a "Who" (you know from Whoville, from the movie HOW THE GRINCH STOLE CHRISTMAS). Now this was really funny and I am pretty sure from now on this co-worker will be called "Who" in my head.
We wandered around the house to see what millions could buy but I must say the place didn't have much decoration (very neutral) or perhaps they had put all their valuables away for the party? The design was pretty minimal which I am not sure if was due to their recent remodel or if that just was their style? Either way, everyone at least got to enjoy the architecture of the house which was nice. We made a trip to the bedroom and saw the host and hostesses' huge blown up wedding invitation which was a huge movie poster. It was pretty neat.
After the roam around the house we went outside by the pool as people were leaving and we needed to sober up. The fresh air did little to help us sober up so we went inside and the bartender lady, who Brian made friends with during the "lets mingle" portion of the evening, gave us some water. We drank and drank and drank but then when it became clear that we were 1 of 10 people left in the house we felt we needed to leave.
It was nice to visit the otherside aka the "fancy smancy house" but really good to get back to the reality of my own little house and slip under the covers and sleep. This morning I awoke from our adventure up into the hills of Beverly Hills and found myself ready to relax and do nothing. For once we don't have a single plan for the weekend. Nowhere to be, no one to meet up with, just nothing.
So last night we meet up at this fancy smancy house with yet another gorgeous view of the city. How do these people afford this stuff I asked myself and later asked the birthday boy (answer: good real estate investments). The birthday boy was a vendor/friend of mine. I had known him since I first started out in the "industry" (a word I found out YellyB hates) and he owns a printing press. He started out like any other person with nothing and has worked himself up. With a few good real estate purchase he now lives comfortably in a house I would call fancy smancy a.k.a. worth millions. He is a totally nice guy married to a sweet lady and I think through his niceness has gotten a loyal base of customers and thus the riches of being in a successful business.
We arrived at the party just a tad before YellyB, we waited for her to arrive and headed into the house. There was a photographer and a guy holding a video camera. I really didn't recognized anyone at first, so we wondered if we had gotten the right house and the right party. After we got some drinks and had our photos snapped by the wandering photographer, I recognized a few people and felt relieved we weren't crashing some rich person's party. The three of us found a tall cocktail table in front of a "window walls" that overlooked an enticing pool and a gorgeous view of the city. It could have been a scene from a movie. It was nice talking to just YellyB as normally we see her in a group. The hub and I had fun getting to know her on a one to one level.
After a while YellyB suggested we go meet people at the party. Brian really took this to heart and left immediately leaving me and YellyB behind to chat. As we chatted I noticed that the hubby was talking to this older lady and I am thinking what the heck is he talking about? See, the hub doesn't usually go up to strangers and just talk but he did tonight and I was currious as I sat inside watching him through the "window wall" talking ot this old lady at the pool.
A few minutes later he came back with the older woman an introduced her to us explaining she was the wife of the "HackeySack Guy." I didn't know what that meant and Brian took off again and the hostess whisked me away to the "sex room" so YellyB was left with the old lady and somehow found herself showing her how to use her i-phone. She had taken a picture of YellyB and I and wanted to know how it worked.
While YellyB was with the crazy phone lady, the hostess took me off to this room that all night had people going in and out of it. We had all nicknamed it, the "Sex Room." Well, I went in there and there was no sex going on but the Hostess wanted me to get my photo taken by this special photographer who was taking tiny photos to insert into these tiny key chain, viewer that you normally get at an amusement park. Unfortuanately, I had waited to long to visit the sex room and the cameraman left for the night so I couldn't get my cool party prize to take home with me.
When I got back YellyB was still with the crazy phone lady. I in a drunken state ran into a co-worker which probably was't a good thing in hindsight as the liquor made me lose at the lips. After that encounter YellyB broke free and Brian came back after meeting a pregnant lady and some other people and then we found ourselves by the big fireplace in the center of the house. We started dancing a bit to the DJ and soon other people started to dance too. Then, we were approached by another group of people I work with and I introduced 90 lb Girl and YellyB to Crazy Hair Guy, who YellyB called a "Who" (you know from Whoville, from the movie HOW THE GRINCH STOLE CHRISTMAS). Now this was really funny and I am pretty sure from now on this co-worker will be called "Who" in my head.
We wandered around the house to see what millions could buy but I must say the place didn't have much decoration (very neutral) or perhaps they had put all their valuables away for the party? The design was pretty minimal which I am not sure if was due to their recent remodel or if that just was their style? Either way, everyone at least got to enjoy the architecture of the house which was nice. We made a trip to the bedroom and saw the host and hostesses' huge blown up wedding invitation which was a huge movie poster. It was pretty neat.
After the roam around the house we went outside by the pool as people were leaving and we needed to sober up. The fresh air did little to help us sober up so we went inside and the bartender lady, who Brian made friends with during the "lets mingle" portion of the evening, gave us some water. We drank and drank and drank but then when it became clear that we were 1 of 10 people left in the house we felt we needed to leave.
It was nice to visit the otherside aka the "fancy smancy house" but really good to get back to the reality of my own little house and slip under the covers and sleep. This morning I awoke from our adventure up into the hills of Beverly Hills and found myself ready to relax and do nothing. For once we don't have a single plan for the weekend. Nowhere to be, no one to meet up with, just nothing.
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