To say the house or even the party itself could have been a spread in a glossy magazine would be an understatement, it could have been in one of several of them:  GQ could have featured the handsome pilot and sexy wife in their stylish new lakeside home; a number of the women would have made great Playboy models, complete with 4 inch spikes, Barbie boobs, and outfits that left little to the imagination.  But it deserves more than just a fluff piece, another might be an exposé on how lake houses attract odd bedfellows, or a socio-cultural commentary on the flip-side of the recession, or maybe a boating destination piece.  Oh hell, give the public what they really want:  a tabloid spread on the lifestyles of the young, hot, and wealthy.

Mix one part glamour with a wee dash of bling, assorted vodkas, and a lakeside McMansion filled with a lot of fun drunk folks and I’ll tell you how long I’ve been needing a party like that.  The hosts were a dynamic and warm young couple who would appear to have it all–looks, careers, friends, and that proverbial icing on the cake–money.   I wondered for a moment if I envied them, and especially it got me wondering if wealth like that had been in my stars-would I still choose the simple life?

We brought a huge rice salad with loads of fresh organic garden veggies, the only ones to bring anything but booze as far as I could tell; it was that kind of party.  Most folks were hammered by 2ish, so our 5:00 arrival put us well behind the curve to which I promptly caught up.  I spent a portion of the evening whining that no one liked the salad, which wasn’t totally true, but was a way to garner guest approval since I don’t have über-perky boobs and I would certainly tip over in spike heels even sober.  I guess my buzzed mind figured since I had nothing to offer to the buffet of preferred eye candy, I could at least offer something as purveyor of healthy food choices.  I do recall as a highlight to this line of thinking I force-fed one guy who appropriately raved at my salad’s deliciousness, which pleased me so much I stole a piece of steak off another guy’s plate with which to reward my flatterer.

To step from our simple country life onto this stunning stage was surreal, making the evening that much more of a thrill–from jello shots to trampoline jumping to head bopping to a couple of talented musicians and all the people-watching and meeting that has been routinely absent from my life for a number of years now.  The night ended by losing at pool to a handsome couple played by an Antonio Bandaras look-alike and his spicy new girlfriend (I assumed new only because they were so damn darling together they had to still be in the thralls of new relationship energy, and definitely not because by that hour I was capable of asking such coherent questions as would be required to tactfully garner that information, or impart any other more worldly utterances than they were such a darling couple, which I was able to repeat 4 to 10 times).

I had a moment of what could be called nothing less than pure gushing when the full moon was shining over the water and directly into the picture window beyond the game room’s billiard table.  I had to stop and call the strangers-I-wished-were friends around to point out the majestic view saying something like “Let’s take a moment!” I have no idea what that means now, but at the time it made perfect sense.  It could be such moments as these are the reason I don’t get invited to many parties.  Hmmmm?

Anyway, there’s a point to this story and I hope I’m getting to it.  If you didn’t see the excellent but under-rated film The Ballad of Jack and Rose, then my point will need even more of a preamble.   In this most provocative film Daniel Day Lewis is living the simple life with his blossoming young daughter, but his choice piece of land is being encroached upon by developers.   Lewis dies in the end, but not before his downfall reveals his own self-righteous tendency when he realizes the developer who had been his most hated enemy was in fact a good man not motivated by greed or power, but who also truly felt he was doing the right thing.

Our hosts have carved out a gorgeous life for themselves which would seem to suit them well and which brings a lot of pleasure to a lot of people, including all their friends on a regular basis, and sometimes even to strangers, too.   We have carved out quite a contrasting, but to us equally gorgeous life for ourselves, and these two lifestyles are in very direct competition with one another.   How long will they be able to peacefully co-exist on this planet?

The next day, headed back to the simple life, I already knew exactly how I’d feel once we turned down the dirt road:  Civilization, a great place to visit, but thank heavens I don’t have to live there anymore.  I wonder how many folks at that party would appreciate a visit to our little world as much as I appreciate visiting theirs?  I wonder if their future grand-children will even have the chance?

From the front

From the front

Overlooking the lake

Overlooking the lake