LOTS of hot gossip.  For those of you who know me, ask me when you see me about the liquor caterer drama.  Let's just say I didn't have an ABC license or any event permits as of Tuesday because my prior liquor caterer pulled out with no explanation that day, and hasn't called me since.  If it weren't for Mariah Hanson from Cherry bar stepping in as my booze supplier, and Supervisor Bevan Dufty and the San Francisco police department creating miracles in tandem to pull my permits, this would have never happened.  Thank god for the cooperative cops at Southern Station.

The space looks absolutely incredible now, though.  There are dozens of war banners down the central processional corridor, with 150 disco balls splayed across the 16,000 square foot expanse.  Shields and spears stand sentry on the mezzanine overlooking the dance floor, with 40 mirrors, giant golden theatrical swags and golden Victoriana clustered past the main floor.  And then there's Poo-henge:  ten port-o-lets arranged in a circle on astroturf, hosted by a druid.  I had the port-o-let company deliver one of them empty so we can have it knocked over as the fallen stone of Poo-henge.  Not kidding.  Santiago and Scott have done a really incredible job pulling together the look of the party.  I've never seen an event look like this; the merging of a disco with the theatricality of the opera is pretty amazing.

Loads of folks have been asking me one question.  No you don't have to come in costume, but you'll have a much more participatory good time if you do.  Ticket sales have been rocking; we've sold 450 advance tickets (about 60/40 costume to non-), and the general rule of thumb is to quadruple that to get a good estimate of total attendance, but who knows.  This is an odd one-off event.  I'm expecting at least 1,000 people, but we'll see how many more than that we can get.