Even though the invitation read “the best experience of Holiday debauchery this side of the Golden Gate,” the message apparently eluded me—or maybe my pompous attitude caused me to ignore this ominous warning.
NakedSword’s annual holiday degeneration festival was above and beyond expectations, perhaps comprehension.
There were cowboys, strippers, drag queens, women in bondage, and people in various states of undress. There were burlesque shows, shots, the Southland Porn Posse, flirtations, a pimped-out Tim Valenti, and more shots.
And I don’t remember one Goddamn bit of it. I just heard the stories the next day.
It’s quite possible this is why the NakedSword holiday party has taken on such an epic reputation—there’s nothing quite like it and, if I sober up in time, I’ll undoubtedly return next year.
Slatterns, deviants, degenerates, gold-diggers, drunkards, perverts, and swindlers—all of you!
