So I went to a party on Saturday night...

We arrive (finally) and I walk in. I know noone save for the host.
Host is getting a tattoo on her foot at the time. Everyone is sitting around chatting and singing skynard.
I go outside with my boyfriend, where the following conversation actually happens:
Girl (in her mid to late twenties) approaches us with Hula hoops:
Girl: Want to hula hoop with me?
Me: Sure. I like hula hoops. I learned how to spin them on my hands when I was working in Disney.
Girl: Here, I wanna see you do that with this flashy one. *turns on light-up hoop and hands it to me*
Me: Cool, where did you get a flashing hula hoop? *I twirl it on my hand*
Girl: My boyfriend gave it to me. It's my wedding ring, get it? *giggles*
Me: ...yea.
Girl: We're never gonna get married but we're always gonna BE married, ya know?
Me: ...yea. *continue twirling. avoid eye contact*
Girl: So how do you know [host]?
My boyfriend: We studied art in Italy together.
Me: I went to her wedding with him. *point to boyfriend*
Girl: That's cool. I've been her cousin since I was 3 month old. You want some water? *offers her glass to my boyfriend, he declines. Offers it to me*
Me: Nah I'm good.
Girl: I love water. I'm always thirsty. *begins dancing with 2 of the remaining hula hoops*

Fascinating.

I later hear a guy discussing his ex. his daughter and his desire for custody of the child. He uses an analogy of a pop machine (the child being the pop and her mother the machine, was my understanding) to describe how even though he didn't physically give birth the the child, he puts time and money into raising her, so she's his. There was then discussion between him and a female guest as to whether the "money in the machine" part was sex, his "seed", his time or his actual money. She interpreting it as sex, he as literal money and his time. He said it didn't matter which it was.

This was real life.