I think it's only fair at this point to state that I live with three beautiful strippers, they hate each other's guts, and in a strange twist of fate I just inherited four hundred sachets of raspberry jelly crystals, a large blue wading pool, and a sack of rubber ducks.
The party kicks off at eight, so do drop by. You can't miss the place, it's the rooftop apartment above that huge beer factory overlooking the outdoor stage beside that big assortment of free sports cars. If you get lost on the way just look for one of the scantily-clad bunnies in heels and red lace. You can't miss them, they're the ones giving thousand dollar notes away.
Oh, one more thing.... don't bring any food. We'll never get through this gourmet fair unless you bring about two hundred of your friends with you.