I'm still piecing together Friday night's F Word. I've been told that someone fell down some stairs and lost her wig, someone fell into Sherry Vine (pictured above) while she was DJing in The Fudgepacking Lounge upstairs, and someone puked in front of the DJ booth. Miraculously, none of those someone's was me. I'm not sure where I was when any of that happened. Here are some more photo pieces to the puzzle. Not here is the shot I found when I woke up: a close-up of two gentlemen flashing me. Francis Legge dropped by in between filming porn visuals for the party to smooch Sherry, who was serving us a fantastical 80s set.
Francis starting taking pictures of Lady Blue (pictured above left) doing her favorite Pulp Fiction dance. I didn't have the heart to tell Francis he didn't have his camera. Demanda Dahling was on the scene, of course, giving me wonderfully fiendish looks.
Then, she and Kyle (pictured above) struck some poses for me. Apparently, Ant Man (pictured below) came in to share some face time with the Dahling.
Nancy Nosecandy (picture below) was also among the fray. So was Danny (pictured further below), who ventured into the Lounge with Cazwell. Trust me: that's his t-shirt. He wanted to sex you up. At least that's what the back of the shirt said.
Soon enough, Felicity Starr Dust (pictured below right) took to the bar because she was feeling Sherry's beats. As you can see, Demanda and Tiana are deep in conversation. It was soon dangerously close to last call. Rayné (pictured below left) suggested we go to Cafeteria to grab some a vodka sponge bite. I had the veggie burger; but I'm not exactly sure how much the cab ride home cost.
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