Playroom in the basement: True

At the party I attended, the main area for "play" was in the basement, while the living room was used strictly as a social area (no play allowed!).

On "Swingtown," the character of Janet Thompson accidentally stumbles across the rumpus room -- I know what it's like to be similarly stunned.

In the red-lit bowels of the house, the dank smell hit me before the visual: wall-to-wall mattresses and crumpled, stained sheets. The sounds of grunts and groans mixed with body parts slapping together.

If you've ever wondered what it's like to watch your parents have sex, this was it. A room full of naked, unattractive couples, some with rolls of flesh one could get lost in, twisted into a variety of random sexual positions. Lotion was readily accessible. Next to scattered garbage cans were signs explaining their purpose: for used condoms.

It was more comical than arousing: The looks on people's faces, the ridiculous noises they were making. I expected the "Benny Hill" theme song to start playing.