It's all about the passion

One of the quirky things about Evergreen is that there's an abundance of gatherings where people sell stuff.  The Tupperware parties of the 20-teens.  They can be for linens or cooking accessories or actual person accessories... you name it. I've already been to more here than my entire previous life, and I've been invited to more than I've attended.

Last night, however, was the bomb.  Have you ever heard of a Passion Party? 

If you haven't guessed yet, it's all about sex toys.  According to CNN, it's even a thing. 

The "consultant" (fabulous boob job, fabulous floofy hair, perfect teeth, actual last name of "Diamond," VERY knowledgeable) started with the mild and moved to the wild.  She passed around massage lotion, asking that we rub it into our right hand but save the top of our lefts for "the edibles."  Then, she passed those around, too.  The "wild" went from the pocket rocket to the way-too-intimidating-for-me in the blink of an eye. 

And, it was far, far easier to spend money on this one than on the kitchen gear.  It might have been because we drank far, far more wine.  Or, perhaps, it was for other reasons altogether.