
The lavish circus-themed party had the gloATL dancers in ballerina tutus lit by Christmas lights, aerialists hanging from swings, fire performers and, well, drag queens cause this is Atlanta after all. Tickets were a steep $150, but proceeds went to the good cause. I knew it was a fancy event, but I have a personal style philosophy of being the best dressed person at a grungy place (CL staff meetings one might say), or the grungiest person at a fancy event. So it was my first instinct to wear my typical jorts (that's jean rolled-up shorts for you high-fashion types) and black high-top converse to the event. Thank God my friend talked me out of it. The guests at Opera were impeccably dressed.
Fred Schneider of the B-52s was spinning oldie disco hits for the chic established crowd. Older gay men sure look good underneath dim club lights, right? In fact, Schneider refused to be photographed without wearing sunglasses, despite it being 11 pm in a nightclub. Still, he rules. There wasn't much dancing at first, more posing and shmoozing, but when Michael Jackson's classic "Don't Stop 'Til You Get Enough" came on, the crowd went wild. With the glotATL girls "interpretively" dancing around me, I was pretty tempted to breaking out some of my own "interpretive" spasms.


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