From the more than 200 entries, Susan Glo of Charleston, South Carolina was randomly chosen last week’s $25 winner with the correct answer to the question What was Terry? Ans: MAD.
DON’T ASK ME HOW TERRY AND I got mixed up with the L.A. Loving Community—we just did.
It was an oddball mix of straights, gays, a nurse, an actress, a limo driver, an author, and an anesthesiologist—to name a few.
“Sure,” I said on the phone to Ed, the bisexual president. “Terry and I will be happy to host the next party,”“What did you say the theme was?”
“Cross dress. Women dress as men, men dress as women.”
The Party
Bill and friends
The pillow room was everyone’s favorite hangout. An extension of our bedroom that had a mirror on the ceiling that I swear came with the house.
Terry had decorated the room Moroccan-style: bright-colored pillows, mattresses, a knee-high copper table, and a water pipe (in working order).
We played psychedelic music while party goers danced, snorkeled in the pool, covered the cat with warm laundry, and tried to talk without giggling.
Details are fuzzy, because I was pretty stoned. People dropped acid. Probably the ones doing cannonballs off the roof into the pool.
Fred, later dragged off by his unsympathetic wife.
The next morning we found the cannonballers zonked-out in the bathhouse. As I escorted them out, someone said, “Great party. See you next month.”
I turned to Terry. “What’s happening next month?”
“Don’t you remember? You volunteered to host the mushroom party.
Next Week: Shrooming in Malibu Canyon
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MY BOOKS: billbrier.com/books/
THE DEVIL ORDERS TAKEOUT — Award-winning thriller (that Scooby loved).
THE KILLER WHO HATED SOUP — Award-winning mystery (that Scooby really loved).
THE KILLER WHO WASN’T THERE — Award-winning mystery (that Scooby absolutely loved).