I’ll write about the amazing Halloween event later, but I’ve gotta get the Studio 54 party out on paper (be it electronic, or whatnot) while it’s still fresh in my head.
Before the party started, I had a TOTALLY crappy beginning, as I did some poor planning and scheduled the party 2 HOURS after finishing a course at Landmark. Well, the class took a bit longer and then when I rushed to my car, I found out that my car battery had died and wasn’t going to easily let me leave the parking lot it was so comfortable at. After some panicy actions, I finally got my car started thanks to my good friend, Cliff.
Pre-party preparation started with myself, Lee Gibson, Lee Blum., Lydia (who left quite early) and Mark blowing baloons and decorating the place. Noticing that Lee B. and Mark didn’t have costumed, I figured that I need to remedy this. So, I made Mark take off his shirt and pants and don a Toga I had from a party a while back. A joke was then made about Lee B. not having a costume to which she responded with the immortal words, “What? Do you want me to go home and put on my G-string and Leather chaps?” At that point, I don’t really remember much else of what happened. I could have passed out for all I know. But Lee said that she didn’t feel like going back to her place in Allen, and opted to just walk around in her Harley jacket and a bra. Quite an acceptable substitute in my book.
Little by little, the guests stared showing up in their beautifully done costumes. Kelly as Miss Havisham, some girl from Great Expectations that got stood up at the altar. Sarah and Rusty as hip 70’s looking people. Lee, who went at Santa Clause just to get pretty girls to sit on his lap. Matt in his Jumping Asian Outfit (which apparently was REALLY from Asia). Andre and his lady all dressed up. Laura in a Swingish outfit. Holly in a neat outfit that I can’t really classify this late at night (3AM). And Matt Weyant donning his Russian hat, complaining about Capitalist swine and their horrible alcohol. Cliff, Erin and ??? (God I feel horrible for not remembering Erin’s friend’s name, who was a VERY amazing dancer) And, of course, our very bizarre and eccentric host…Disco Stu.
Some of the highlights of the evening were:
- Multi-female dippings
- Multi-male dippings
- The surprise dippings
- Night at the Roxbury re-enactments
- Girl on Girl dancing
- The really mixed up Conga Line
- Stu’s Fantasy
- The Electric Slide
- And of course…the COUCH O LOVE!
- The horrible, immense, torturous tickling session which followed the aforementioned “Couch o Love”. (Which definitely hurt…but in a very good way. A good and naughty way.)
- Then there was the time that Mark tried lighting his shoe on fire so we had to pin him to the ground.
- Matt showing off his frilly rump.
- And of course, the party foul committed by the host himself…the ceremonial breaking of the wine glass…with his foot.
The last of the hardcore partiers left around 2:45. So, as far as parties go…this was definitely a swinging party. Lots of dancing, lots of really cool people and conversation. Lots of dancing and posing too. And if you didn’t go to the party, consider this your warning. Do not miss the next one. (Which was already under discussion. Possibly an “Un-birthday Party”) I think everyone enjoyed themselves thoroughly.
Love, Sunshine and Disco,Stu.
P.S. A special thanks go out to those that came to the party, especially those that brought stuff, and even more so the essential cool lights, Disco ball, and liquid pleasure. It was very much appreciated.
P.P.S. If you want to see the whole gallery, click here. Rusty also posted his own pictures, here.