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!