About last night…

Let me paint a picture for you. Imagine a huge industrial warehouse filled with over a hundred of the sexiest, kinkiest people you have ever seen. Now add music, entertainment, wine and a wicked suspension frame and you have an intoxicating mix of energy. The Abbey was hopping with it. Filled to the brim with friends, supporters, customers and loves, the place was electric with energy.

This was our first ever party at the Abbey, our home where we make all the rope we sell. Now when Tambo and I throw a party, we never do it small. That’s why we usually only host one a year, but in the past 2 years, with the maddening pace of the company, we have not been able to host one. So we decided that in honor of the 2 year anniversary of my very first batch of rope, and in close conjunction to my birthday, we set out to throw not just a party, but an event.

And I think we did just that.

I have too many people to thank for making this happen. So huge thanks must be given first and foremost to Tambo; since day one she has been my biggest supporter and without her the party would not have happened. She, with the help of Nerdy and Galahad assembled an amazing array of food and drink for the event. Nerdy also gets extra thanks for her tireless work cleaning, prepping and keeping us all sane as we got ready for the event. Thanks to Matisse for all the publicity and support. Thanks to all the volunteers for helping make it all come together.

Thank you to House of Gord for the great demos. Thank you to Thrillhammer.com for the fucking machine demos. Oh and if you liked the bondage rig, lighting and sound system, you really should contact Justin Rodda and have him do your next event.

And in the end, thank you to everyone who came.

Of an evening filled with memorable moments, I think the coolest one of all would have to be when Tambo finally arrived. After spending the day sweating the details and making sure everything was perfect, she dashed home to change. Arriving well after 10pm, she walked in dressed to kill. I met her at the door and we walked, arm and arm, down the long hall that leads to the Abbey. Turning the corner we were met by a throng of guests who all seemed to turn at once and stare in awe.

Yeah, I think we pulled off a good party.

It must have been sometime after 4 when we said goodbye to the last guests. Even exhausted and bleary eyed we were already talking about what we will add next year.

postscript: We still have that huge dreamcatcher/suspenion rig hanging in the shop. Interested parties should contact me with bribes of food and moral turpitude.