Holy crap! Everyone drop your Saturday night plans and come to this with me:
It doesn't look like I can realistically go, but I'm still dreaming about it. I have an improv show that night that probably won't be done until about 12:30 and I can't think of anyone who would glam up and come with me.
I'm tempted to go alone covered in sequins, if only to witness stuff like this firsthand:
Damn. Maybe I just need to throw a Bowie theme party.