Every third weekend in March literally since senior year of high school, they’d hosted an all-night, no-holds-barred, crazy throwdown of a party, each one more elaborate than the last. The previous year’s party offered Jell-O shooters ringside of the huge Jell-O wrestling vat that partygoers could climb into with the opponent of their choosing, provided both parties were willing. So that combatants didn’t have to retire to their tents afterward covered in sticky gelatin, there were huge metal tubs filled with soapy water for scrubbing, a Slip ’n’ Slide for the rinse, and Jan and Faryn’s oversize Jacuzzi tub bubbling in the gazebo on the deck for warming back up afterward. The south-of-the-border-themed Pagans party the year before featured a margarita fountain big enough to swim in, circulating mariachi players, and Mexican appetizers served out of sombrero plates balanced on the heads of little-people entertainers. Every year everyone pitched tents overnight on the wooded fifteen-acre property in Bonita Springs Faryn had inherited from her parents, and there was always a live band, a drum circle late into the night, and a catered breakfast the next morning that rivaled the brunch buffet at a five-star hotel.
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