The Update

Saddest part of my Passion Party experience had to be the Sex Test. We gave ourselves points for each unique location we'd done the deed.

Pool.
Beach.
Table.
Extra points for breaking table.
Moving vehicle.

Moving vehicle? Depressed and despondent, I asked (a little too loudly), "What about oral?"

Arlene looked confused. I clarified.

"Does road head count?"

"We're going by Bill Clinton's definition of sex. No."

Fantastic. We kept going.

In someone else's house.
With your neighbor.
Deduct points if you ever did it in your child's room.

(Now that's disgustin'.)

Everyone added up their points and the average score was around 100. My new favorite co-worker scored an impressive 170. I know. God love her.

My score: 25

Impressive co-worker said, "Oh, Katie. That's so sad!" Even my sister sighed and mumbled, "Geez Kate, where's the wildest place you've done it - the foot of the bed?"

Laugh it up ladies. Husband will be back soon and I want a retake. I better hustle, too. Most unique answers to that question don't even involve airplane bathrooms anymore. So old school. My favorite: humpin-n-bumpin in the dessert room at Bern's.

Hmmm...I do like chocolate cake.