Circuit Serendipity

Let’s hear it for circuit serendipity. As I keep trying to plan my party calendar, it keeps unexpectedly shifting. All the while, I’m learning to go with the flow, with fantastic rewards.

When the White Party Palm Springs first came into my consciousness, it went head-to-head with one of my favorite San Francisco holy days, Irreverent Easter in Dolores Park, a fabulous Party With Purpose put on by do-gooders the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence. How could I possibly leave behind a perfect gay soiree in my own backyard (Dolores Park, lovingly referred to as Boy Beach), to brave an unknown desert in the foreign land of Southern California?

For an extremely fun five-year run, I no longer had to make the difficult choice. Both Easter and White Party became an annual San Framily ritual. Over time, I refined my approach to each, and fell deeply in love with both.

But this year, the conflict of the calendar returned. The highlight of the Palm Springs lineup, the epic Sunday T dance, will peak just as Hunky Jesus is crowned. I feel like Tyra: “I have two beautiful parties before me, but only one can be San Francisco’s next top Easter weekend celebration.”

Just like on America’s Next Top Model, everyone in the running goes home a winner, and fortunately, judgment was made for me this year, when I decided to spend my circuit dollars on a return to New York City, thus eliminating the possibility of attending the White Party.

Planning out my sleepless hours for the long weekend in the Big Apple, I fully intended to skip The Black Party, having checked it off my bucket list years earlier. Then, an epic adventure unfolded unexpectedly, when a ticket landed in my hand and my plans were gloriously hijacked in a way that perfectly fit the Saint at Large’s sexy and subversive Yakuza theme. The samurais had their way with me and I left feeling like a disco ninja.

My strategy was to save all my circuit energy solely for Alegria Xtreme, a divine clubland release on the very next night after the legendary leather ball. My intention was pure, to celebrate the birthday of my personal Jesus, DJ Abel Aguilera.

Alegria Xtreme is the triumphant culmination of a globally dominant dancefloor brand built by a beautiful big-hearted Brazilian named Ric Sena, with whom I had the pleasure of closing the party (after 12 hours, at 10:30am!). In perfect accordance with plan, Abel had brought us to tears of joy (“Alegria” is Latin for “joy”).

Upon my return, I’ll worship the saints of San Francisco at Easter by showing just how we “bring it” right here at homo, with spirit, sisterhood and salvation in our beautiful bubble, at parties that are never black or white. Here in Oz, we repeatedly resurrect our souls in vivid and vibrant rainbow.


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