a gate between gardens

Our backyard was filled with party goers last night, a 40th birthday party. The birthday girl, a good friend of the Michaels, is someone who shares the honors of being half of a two Leo couple, like Mike and I. The gate was open so people could come have their fortune told, visit the tree of mystery, and eat fried chicken and potato salad.

This was a kid's party for adults. People were wearing mustaches, glow rings, and emergency bow ties removed from the tree. We were visited by Marga Gomez, who had us all laughing as a comedian should do. And Mike and I are trying to decipher what having the "wheel of fortune", "the devil", and the "high priestess" on top of three cup cards really means. The parade of pies was a major success. And we stayed up until almost 1:00 am, something very unusual.
Raccoons and possums visited, seeming to enjoy the party too. Some people find it unusual that we have a gate between our gardens. I find it completely natural. Doesn't everyone have joint garden parties with their neighbors?