Hell won't be an inferno; it will be a Wild Rumpus

The posse has returned from the national convention, bursting with knowledge, gossip and, in one case, a raging head cold. One night they went to the convention cocktail party, officially called the "Jungle Juice" event, and the next night there was a gala fancy dress dinner party, known as "The Wild Rumpus". Shudder.

One member of our board of directors went to the Wild Rumpus dressed as an eagle, which involved wearing tights and a kilt-like skirt that he spent the evening flipping up to show his leather codpiece (do eagles have leather codpieces?). His wife went dressed as a fly - the exact same costume as their former associate, with whom they are currently in some sort of litigation. Embarrassing all round, I'm sure.

The two preceding paragraphs make me glad I missed it.

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