Apolo­gies for the inco­her­ence, but this fly­’s report can­not help being ren­dered in a burst of overex­cit­ed sen­tence frag­ments with gra­tu­itous excla­ma­tion marks.

Trop­i­cal cock­tails! Shim­mery dress­es! Ger­man cov­ers of The Mon­kees! Omni­sex­u­al pan-iron­ic hip­sters! Six-foot-four drag queens wear­ing yel­low bal­loons! Wild­ly aban­doned rock­’n’roll dance moves!



Bur­lesque beau­ties! Tril­bys and fezzes! Trib­al masks! Tat­tooed cleav­age! Severe­ly beau­ti­ful Nordic cougars who grab men and say “I am Son­je. This my hus­band. He watch us dance”! Cig­a­rette hold­ers! Exot­ic foliage! Faux-fur bow ties!

So, where is this place? No, seri­ous­ly: I can’t remem­ber, and I’m afraid I dreamed the whole thing. Please tell us!