Now, not to put down events like Pleasure Salon or In the Flesh, which are really the only kinkster/blogger events I’ve been to and are both fun in their own way, this calendar party was a much more highbrow affair than anything blog related I have been to. There was a distinct air of occasion. Everyone was dressed up, suits and ties and corsets and low cut dresses and all manner of finery. There was also a distinct New York vibe, which was certainly apropos.

Coming in a little early the Babeland bags were lined up and the calendar girls were buzzing around. Sinclair looking debonair in a velvet suit. Tess, defying gravity with her almost falling out cleavage. Mariella looking a bit more innocent in her demure black dress and wide eyed loveliness. Everything was perfect as the masses lined up outside, ready to party.

I’d been to the White Rabbit a few times before and I’ve always liked it. The drinks were Happy Hour cheap until 9 and that certainly aided in the crowd’s loosening up. Everyone was super friendly and flirty. There was a running joke about how every introduction had two parts. People were introduced by name followed by awkward handshakes, then they were introduced by blog names which was followed by eyes opening wide in recognition and then hugs.

It sort of blew me away that people actually knew who I was. Fellow tweeters, tumblrs, bloggers and kinky internet denizens. It seemed like everyone there had either corresponded to some degree, knew each other by reputation or had fucked.

I’ll just put it out there since it was in a lot of people’s heads but no one seems to be talking about it. Jefferson had made some rumblings on Twitter about showing up and since a bevy of both his loyal friends and fiercest critics were at the party that would have been quite an event. I don’t know the man by anything but reputation, but personally was kind of excited to see the sparks fly. Drama like that doesn’t come around every day. Alas, we were both robbed and spared that spectacle.

Other than that the night was drama free. The burlesque dancers were both hot and exotic. Three women who were completely different. I’d still like to know what Sinclair was doing with one of them in the bathroom for so long. Bodyguard, indeed.

The auction was raucous and wild. It was also obviously fixed because I didn’t win anything. Viviane was the big winner, but in a wonderful turn of events I was given a Pure Wand by the calendar girls and the awesome people at njoy! My hard work as co-designer paid off! Plus I went home with Miss January! There may have been some panty ripping.

My only real gripe was the lack of a DJ. This party needed some good music and it was very lacking. Next time. And there really needs to be a lot of next times.