In case you missed the memo because you have not succumbed to the dark, seductive powers of the Booke of the Fayce, there’s going to be a party. There’s going to be a party for three whole days. And you’re all invited. Here be the tantalizing details:
The Farewell Party of Ludicrous Proportions!
I’m heading off to the land of sunshine, celebrities and governators for the next five to seven years, and when I come back I’ll be really overeducated. To celebrate (or to mourn, depending on how much you like me or not), there shall be not one, not two, but three nights of depravity!
Thursday, August 9th, 10:00-ish: Hollywood Glamour Night at Club Abstract
In which we shall dress up as though we are attending the Oscars, descend on Club Abstract for all-request night, and insist that they play an obscene amount of new wave.
Friday, August 10th, 7:00-ish: Watermelon Social Garden Party!
In which everyone is invited to my backyard (message me for a top secret map), where we shall consume one of those watermelons that’s full of vodka. BYO lawnchair. Boozemelon and pink cupcakes will be provided. Hopefully the landlord will have cut the grass, if not it will be like a garden party in the jungle. In case of rain, we will gather in my kitchen and cluster around my one potted plant, pretending we are in a garden. But it won’t rain.
Saturday, August 11th, whenever-ish: Phil’s.
Because I want to go dancing.
you’re honestly having goodbye extraveganzas when a bunch of my family will be here from abroad? this is seriously going to limit my availability to attend any of your fun and fabulous events.
Well, you could make up for it by coming to Summerfolk with me.