Flaunt It! The Debrief!

Mission accomplished!

I made it to the party, I didn't get cold feet ... I went with an open mind and had no idea of the expectations for the evening.
To be quite honest the hard sell for me was a phone call from the couple who were running the event. Both professional, attractive, well adjusted adults. Of course they have put on a few events over the past couple of years so I imagine it gets easier with each party.
I'm still not sure what to call the party yet. I have told only one person about my intentions for NYE; for anybody else who inquired, it was simply a party. Of course I haven't caught up with any of my close friends yet, those of which will ask for more details about my night. And I will need to disclose further details ...
Was it a swingers party? I'm not sure of the definition of a swingers party, but from what I am led to believe, usually it involves putting keys into a bowl and ending up with a new partner for the night. And there was nothing of the sort.
Was it a sex party? There really wasn't alot of sex going on. Intimate party seems the best way to summise the event. I prefer to call it The Penthouse Party.

This is a private party for an exclusive group of people. No single men are invited and all couples must be in a proper relationship. Everybody is screened before being confirmed for the event.
The location given is approximate and on the day of the event, the address details and advice to bring a change of clothes were sent by sms.

I was met at the door by security for the evening and escorted upstairs. The 'penthouse party' which included a performance by a penthouse pet, was not actually in a penthouse, but a decently sized inner city 2 bedroom, 2 1/2 bathroom apartment with a view of the harbour.

The RSVP list was for 55, but I would hazard a guess at saying there were between 40 - 50 guests who made it on the night. I was one of two single girls who came along to the event.
All were very professional and occupations ranged from engineers to technicians, photographers, real estate agents and executives. Ages ranged from early 20's to early 40's, although to score an invite in the top age bracket the guideline is you need to be fit, forty and norty!

The apartment was very minimalist and modern. Nothing personal was kept around as the place is used on weekends only as a party house. There were signs on the doors to announce an open door policy mostly to ensure that nothing untoward went on (and possibly for the voyeurists as well). And a stripper pole in the middle of the lounge / dance floor.

A large LCD TV hung like a trophy on the wall displaying happy snaps from previous events.

Everyone was dressed up in classy attire which accentuated their best assets. The night felt like more of a networking event, the creme de la creme of individuals from different organisations convening for the first time. Everyone was very friendly and eager to meet new faces. Small talk was made and conversation ensued, before the last fireworks of 2008 were heard at 9pm. The conversation paused momentarily whilst the sea of faces looked out over the water trying to decide which of the three firework displays would hold their attention.

When the last show ceased, drinks flowed and dancing began, the TV showed more intimate photos, still from previous events and the other guests started changing outfits. Conversation turned to the real reasons we were all gathered in a semi private party.

By this time I was relaxed, had made new friends and was ready for a big night. After all I had made it, I had stepped out of my comfort zone and was ready for whatever the night would bring.