I've been to this party before. Dress code: lace hats. A whole bunch of similar-looking drag queens wearing chokers to hide their adam's apples. Guys with one ear pierced because they don't want to look gay. Some dude throwing photographs into the pool. Me throwing up in the living room.
I'm pretty sure I've found the song I'm going to slit my wrists to. On the flipside, it's so damn good and '80s-licious that I just can't help but love it.