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Last night I went to the aphrodisiac feast event thrown by the Golden Gate Restaurant Association (GGRA), called A Food Affaire — it was the topic of last week’s column. And it was really, really incredible — whoever organized it did everything right. The food, the elixirs, the constant entertainment, everything was sexy and not cheesy or overdone, everyone was having a lot of fun and it was really, really actually arousing. It was a perfect event. I mean, the crowd was more of the kind that I’d more readily be friends with the staff and performers (I was actually waiting to see someone I knew perform at any second, and I was the only girl there with lotsa visible tats) than the patrons, but it didn’t matter. I found myself giggling on a dark loveseat with Hacker Boy (naughty, naughty no-present HB) sprinkling and tickling each other with rose petals on more than one occasion. Everywhere I went rose petals fell out of my dress, leaving a trail everywhere I went, even as I got into bed. Dreamy. Here’s a video he shot with his Nokia N95 of one of the performances:
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Lovely performance, and thanks to you and HB for capturing it for us what lives out in the boondocks to see. Of course, I’ve been a fan of Cirque du Soleil and their type of work for a long time, and this is just the sort of thing that I like.
One of the keys to a good hosted party, to me, is to have music playing, but at a low enough volume that people can still talk. After all, that’s what most of them are there for – though you can take breaks and crank it up for a bit for people to dance, if there’s enough interest.
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