|the candy shop where I spent WAY too much money|
|evidence that what I'm doing in my hotel room is G-rated|
It would be theoretically possible to coordinate things so that one male would be in the males' hotel room doing the wild thing, while the other was in the female hotel room doing the same. That would leave the other two of us to boink in either of our rooms that have connecting doors with the other rooms.
This would, however, involve hearing each other and knowing we ourselves might be heard as we did the hokey pokey, so to speak. Furthermore, is there anything grosser than hearing either one's brother or one's immediate ex drilling his girlfriend's cervix? I'll answer for you. No, there is not.
So while I cannot speak definitively for every member of our party, I personally plan to hold on to my status as one of the twenty or so remaining virgins on the southern portion of California's central coast.
I'm sure this is far more than you ever wanted to know about my sex life, but just in case my dad reads my blog . . .