Like a jewelry party, but her friend was selling wine instead. Nice turnout. She had 20+ wimminz here.

I left the house and gave them space but decided to return right at the end. Make a big entrance ya know. Now I know how it feels to be a rock star.

It was like I remember "Ladies Lockup" at JM's in Harrisonburg to be during my younger days. Only this time I was the only game in town. Was cornered in the kitchen for convo, followed to the mancave, and even invited out to a bar with a few of them afterwards. I had to politely decline that request.

I highly recommend this activity to my fellow Lounge husbands.