The Life Of The Party

The Life Of The Party

When I was younger I was the life of the party. I'll never forget the time I streaked at a party. If you're too young to know what streaking is, in my day, it meant taking off all of your clothes and running past a lot of people. It was really fun to do that in the sixties and seventies. Today it's not political correct - UGH!! When did we lose our sense of humor? 

OK, back to my story. There was a big party going on in the basement (something people who lived their entire life in California know nothing about because they only have garages not basements) of a friend's house. All my east coast friends were at the party. My first wife and I were sitting on the steps leading down to the basement when I decided to liven up the party.

I went upstairs to the bathroom and took off all of my clothes. My heart was pounding in my chest. I then ran from the bathroom down the stairs into the middle of the basement. I then did a little dance in front of all my friends and then ran through the crowd to the basement bathroom. On my way I saw my friends laughing their asses off as my wife slid down the stairs in shock.

When I got to the basement bathroom, I looked at myself in the mirror and was proud of myself for being the life of the party. When my heart stopped pounding, I wrapped a towel around my ass and private parts and went out into the room. All my friends (except my first wife) were screaming and cheering while patting me on the back as I went back to the upstairs bathroom and put my clothes back on.

When the kids today take their clothes off it's to have sex not to be the life of the party. I wish I had videos of those times because I would show them how to have a great fun time.

I'm way too old to streak anymore, but I still love having friends over and sharing stories that make us all laugh. That's what's great about being older - you have many, many stories.

I miss my ex-friend who was the life of the party. He had the best stories that we all laughed at until we came close to lock-jaw. He was loud. He was crude. HE WAS FUNNY!!!

When I go over our friends John and Jean's house for dinner or they come over to our house for dinner, we have a fabulous meal, laugh at our stories and before night's end, John and I get a little drunk and sing our hearts out at all the oldies. We love the music and don't give a shit that we sound horrible, because to us we are:

 The Life Of The Party