Passion Party Fail

Completely random memory just came to me. While getting Christmas decor out. The brain is weird. When I lived in Texas I met a lady at some dog rescue event who cajoled me into hosting a Passion Party for her at my house. Are those still a thing? Basically someone who comes to your home and sells sex toys to your friends and neighbors. I invited all of my friends and neighbors and they all showed up. It was a whole lot of 30 something moms who needed a fun night out. The sales lady had a slew of things to show us. Including the newest technology in sex swings. She asked if she could demonstrate by attaching it to the door of my 1/2 bath. Then asked for a volunteer. I won't tag the friend who raised her hand to be hoisted into a sex swing in the foyer between my living room and kitchen while Passion Party Pearl showed us all of the different ways it could work. We were all in tears from laughing. If you have ever been involved in these direct sale party type things, you know that the host earns gifts based on what her guests order. My guests did not disappoint. I earned the most free product the lady had ever heard of in all of her sex party hosting days. Thousands of dollars of dildos and vibrators...and I will leave the rest to your imagination. Most of it ended up in a box in my closet forgotten about and collecting dust. At some point later our air conditioner went out. For days. In the Houston summer. Our house was an oven. Shortly after I was cleaning out the closet while looking for something and came across the box. When I opened it...it was a pool of practically melted and congealed goo. All of the rubber or silicone or whatever the heck they use for fake penises these days had apparently gotten so hot that it just melded into one giant blob of hot sex. What a waste. Maybe I can invite Passion Party Pearl to Tennessee and plan a redo party. Would y'all come?