I'm guessing that dude had no idea exactly what sort of party it was going to be and he flipped out over more than just the equipment being moved.

No; when he was approached to rent the space, he knew it was for a kink party and was cool with it. His one stipulation was Do Not Touch The Music Equipment. Which -- people should know better. There was more than enough room for people to do their thing without needing to move things.

Perhaps, but there are better ways to handle this kind of thing. Like, not flipping out. Or, getting a quick chat with the guy/woman with whom you made the agreement about using the venue for that night.

Well, yeah. Talk to the organizer, have the organizer pull the offender aside and/or ask them to leave, tell the organizer that the group is liable for any damage to the equipment, and then proceed.

Some people have anger management issues, though.

I feel most sorry for the people who were actively in the middle of scenes, because it's really jarring -- kind of traumatizing, in a very minor way -- to be interrupted/stopped unexpectedly, and THEN to have to scramble to get dressed, packed up, and out the door, when you're still very likely not in your normal frame of mind -- gah. That sucks HUGE for them.

It's good to see you back, Shir. I thought of you yesterday when I had a lovely snack of olives and cheese in the dish you gave me.

Mmmm, food.

And Laga!

well, I think the party I was at was more fun -- there was no angry bald guy. There was no kink, but that would have been unexpected. there was a lot of scotch and Irish whiskey, which was expected. It was the big Potato party that my friend has every year around ST. Pat's. Not as many potato dishes, more deserts this year. Which isn't a bad thing.

and welcome back , Shir.

My veggie burger came with cucumber slices. How thoughtful! (and tasty)

well, I think the party I was at was more fun -- there was no angry bald guy.

You definitely win on that account!

It was the big Potato party that my friend has every year around ST. Pat's. Not as many potato dishes, more deserts this year. Which isn't a bad thing.

Guh. A potato party is my idea of heaven.

I feel most sorry for the people who were actively in the middle of scenes, because it's really jarring -- kind of traumatizing, in a very minor way -- to be interrupted/stopped unexpectedly, and THEN to have to scramble to get dressed, packed up, and out the door, when you're still very likely not in your normal frame of mind -- gah. That sucks HUGE for them

Dude, yeah it'd be jarring!!

How the hell'd you get a corset off so fast?

In honor of Shir's return, note new tag.

Good grief, Steph. That is the kind of stuff that would leave me a trembling mess.

Mmmmm, potato party. Must do this some time.