It’s my birthday this Saturday, and for the third year in a row I’ll be having some sort of really fun shit show party at The Eagle. It’s also close enough to Jhon Catano-Betancur’s birthday, so him too, and anyone else around the same time. It’s also the day the Titanic went down, can somebody get me a titanic cake? Oh, and yes, there will be cake and food and endless booze. It’s also a write-off, in case you are paying taxes the next day.
ENCOURAGED: Random drag queens showing up and singing songs for me, pants-off-dance-offs, rounds of jello shots, scruffy dudes dancing in the cage, other Aries/April birthdays to join up, extra djs, presents in the form of hugs/make-outs/
Drunken dancing music provided by
PAVONE (Stiffed, Bottom Forty)
shenanigans shenanigans shenanigans!!!
All night dancing followed by hair of the dog brunching and straight into patio realness at The Cuff/ Bottom Forty the next day