I grew up hearing about things like Tupperware parties. My mother would attend, and come home with some colorful soft plastic food storage containers. I tried desperately to imagine a party going on around these bowls. Perhaps the hostess had made some Chex Mix and served it in the Tupperware. I just couldn’t picture it. I asked if I could go with her and was told this was not a party for kids. This left me wondering for years about those parties.

When my wife and I got married, we moved to Olympia WA. We got a nice apartment in a large complex. One day the girls in the main office of the apartment complex invited her to a PartyLite party. My wife attended, and came home with one pillar candle. When asked why she did not come home with a bunch of candles, she told me the price. Ouch, for one candle? Oh yes, but these are good quality candles that burn slowly and evenly. And it smells so good!

Now my wife has tried all sorts of get rich easy schemes. Her mom bought her one of those buy and sell real-estate with no money out of pocket courses. Thank god she did not go any further than watching one of the tapes. Many people lost their own homes trying that scheme.

Her sister got her into Amway. She refused to go talk people at the mall into joining her pyramid scheme so did not make it very far. But we did get a case of cereal at a bargain price out of that deal. She even tried her hand at blogging for adsensation revenues. The jury is still out on that one.

One day my wife told me that she was going to throw a party. I got excited. Then curious, then confused. What kind of party? A party for who? “Oh just me and the girls” she said. “What girls?” (we have two daughters). Just me and some of the girls, more like a girls night in. Its a money maker. "Oh...OK."

Would I have to do anything? I was expected to make some of the refreshments. Chicken Wellington in appetizer size, and of course my famous Chocolate Covered Boozey Cherries. I would also be responsible for helping to clean the house. "Yes dear". I need not ask if I was invited.

So when the night in question arrived, my duty was to get the kids to bed and stay out of the way. After a few hours they girls had a bit too much to drink and were getting loud. I wanted to creep down and sneak a peek, but knew I would get the cold bed for months to come if I got caught. So I behaved and let my mind imagine what could be going on down stairs.

A little while later my wife called up to me. She asked if I knew where any of the cameras were. The only one I had was a little digital. Didn’t know where the 35mm was. I yelled down to be heard over the loud talk and loud music, “I found it”. She yelled up “Well bring it down”. The tone in her voice was like, come on dummy. What I found when I came down was not my mothers tuperwear party.

They were all drunk as thieves and strutting their stuff in the merchandise. These were not your mothers nightgowns either. My wife had wanted the camera because they were arguing whether or not Jen looked like Drew Barrymore. Looking at Jen, who was topless, I stuttered, "Ah um, yeah, she kinda does". My wife giggled and took the camera from me. She had never used it before and was too drunk to figure it out. She waved it wildly in my face and said "I can't work this damned thing. Take a picture of Jen." I stood there with my mouth open waiting for the flies to come in. "Ahhh, OK." The flash went off and some of the girls yelled "Whooooohooooo". Someone turned the music up.

The girls were getting wild. One of them said "I wanna picture, get me". Some one else shouted "Fashion Shoot" to which there was much giggling and cheers.

At this point the girls were falling all over themselves to be photographed and were egging each other on. Carmin was told to take it all off and did. Luck for me I got this pic.

I was having fun with this. The music pumping, the girls giggling and falling down drunk. Bamby tripped over the cat and fell laughing on the couch. Bambi was wearing the classic French Maid outfit. Made from imported oriental silk and the finest handmade french lace, the G-String really set this one off. Nothing says "clean house" like a G-String.

Next up was Pam. She is a lawyer. I have never seen any of these women so loose. Pam was wearing a Teddy from the Wild Forest Collection- For the naturally exuberant look this spring, lace overlays in a wild mix of tropical greenery and fern-like leaves are classicized in a sophisticated neutral pattern of taupe and black. This was the most tasteful item in the catalogue. Before the night was over she bought 4 pairs of these. It did little to hide anything in the lower regions as you can tell from this pic.

Bridgette couldn't find anything that would fit. She peeled off her pink negligee from the Couture Collection. A soft pink Lace Vision Collection With inspiration from the 1920s, this lace and satin collection is sultry and ultimately provocative. Shimmering crystals draw the eye to the body, where unadulterated glamour and intrigue seduce and captivate the one adorned into a world of primitive sensuality.

After struggling out of this much too small negligee, her lower lip pouted out and she said, I don't have anything pretty to wear. "Oh no Bridgette, you look beautiful"

The girls bought lots of sheer, silk satin and lace. My wife got enough money to buy the all of the items she wanted in the catalogue. As I surveyed the room, a pair of leopard panties dangling from the chandelier, my wife asked if I thought the party a success. "Yes honey, that was quite the party". She smiled and said we would have to do another one next year!