Except that Paul B, in his haste to write an inflammatory story with an inflammatory headline missed something. The truth.
It was not a sex party. If it had been, my wife and I would have turned and left. If it had turned into one, we would have left. Even Paul B acknowledges that he saw nothing consistent with a sex party. My wife and I were there longer than the writer of this slanderous and ill-considered attack. We talked with authors and tech titans and entrepreneurs and artists and … danced and sat by the fire pit and drank wine. Really: that was it, for about six hours.
I have no idea what prompted Paul B to lie, but he’s lying.