Last night was a strange evening.

First, we went to a roaring ’20s party. Men played craps against the wall, people danced to swing, and there was a burlesque show (because haven’t you heard? In Seattle, burlesque is the new fire dancing!). There was a shuttle between this party and its sister gathering, a drag night at an Eastlake bar.

At the drag party, there was a mix of ’20s attire and gender bending, several couples combining both — women in suspenders and fedoras, men in flapper dresses and feathers. The music was still swing.

Then all of a sudden the DJ slapped on some breakbeat, and two cheerleaders appeared out of nowhere and danced on a bench until it broke. There were balloons. The whole thing was very confusing. 20s, drag, cheerleaders? Swing dancing but breakbeats?

I hooped in a corner and stayed out of the way. My clothing was totally inappropriate for the whole drag/20s thing. I went for a Valentine’s day color scheme: all pink and red and a sort of FRUiTS/elf theme. I felt a little disassociated all evening, but at least my friend Scott was there.

(Photo courtesy of Mark Gardiner Photo)