The good folks of 1970s "Swingtown" indulged in a wide variety of substances such as quaaludes, pot and coke, and the drink of choice was a refreshing Harvey Wallbanger -- all fitting for the era.

At the party I attended, we were only allowed to bring wine. Apparently, swinging (like firearms) doesn't mix well with hard alcohol. I even had to put my name on my wine bottle with a Sharpie -- people share partners but not booze. Many even choose not to indulge in alcohol.

"I'm drinking water," a man who looked vaguely like Uncle Fester admitted with a grin. "I got to keep my energy up. It's going to be a looong night!"

Though drug consumption, and an anything-goes attitude is abundant on "Swingtown," rules need to be followed with the swingers of today. Trying anything after receiving a "no, thank you" is considered aggressive behavior. If someone gets pushy, they're usually asked to leave.

Another rule: "Don't 'finish" in the Jacuzzi!' (Ew!) Regardless of this policy, at some swingers parties the Jacuzzi must be like a big vat of chlamydia.