I’m trying desperately not to fall onto the great blog trash heap. So, here it is – a new post.
The buzz surrounding last night’s party was all about 200 tons of sand, five swimming pools and “swimwear encouraged”. Hm. Sounds like an indoor beach party, right? Well, the event resembled a beach about as much as I resemble Brad Pitt. Oh – there was sand scattered about the 250,000 square foot industrial space, but that quickly turned to airborne dust as it was trampled by the platform boots of 10,000 grungers. And, aside from the occasional fireball, the giant warehouse was as dark as night. If you imagined yourself sipping a fruity margarita under a fake palm tree on a towel in the sand at this “beach party”, you were sorely disappointed. Still, I do love Oakland. You won’t find parties like this in Burlington, Wisconsin.