Foam Party at the Gay90's...aka attack of the glittery Mr. Bubbles

For those of you who didn't know, Friday night was the monthly foam party at the Gay90's down in Minneapolis. If you've never been to one, don't feel too terribly sheltered because I hadn't even heard of one until a few months ago and attended my first on Friday night.

I wasn't quite sure what to expect so I dressed in semi-casual club attire, assuming that I shouldn't wear anything I was too terribly attached to or that shouldn't get wet. I figured that maybe there would be a few bubble machines or foam guns or something silly like that but I figured I'd give it a try. And since I'm in the special over 21 crowd, $5 for a night of drag, dancing and foam didn't seem like too bad of a cover.

I took a few friends with me (one lesbian, one straight girl and a very in touch with his feminine side straight man) and when we first got there (earlier than the typical late night homosexual in the cities....because well, we all grew up in the 'burbs where you get to something at 6:55pm if it starts at 7:00pm), no one was really dancing and no foam was to be seen, but we were there in time for the beautiful ladies of La Femme so no loss.

Side note: If you have never seen the La Femme girls, you MUST go seen them ASAP. They are amazing and hilarious and well, I tried to figure out all night where they hid a few certain aspects of themselves but could never figure it out....there is also one of the most impressive Beyonce covers I've ever seen with legit cleavage that even fooled my friend I brought with. But more on those lovely ladies another time.

So after a wonderful show upstairs, we figured we head down and do some dancing, even if the bubbles weren't out. Now when I planned to wear something I didn't mind getting wet, that was an understatement. We walked into the pop dance floor (again, if you've never been Gay90's also has a hip-hop geared dance floor on the other side of the establishment), the black lights were one, the music was blaring and from the middle of the ceiling was a truly flowing mountain, or I guess more accurately volcano of bubbles. It looks like a Mr. Bubble had thrown up in the middle of the dance floor where you could literally get lost inside. This may sound gross at first but it was an awesome extra flare to a night of dancing. A number of people were in swim suits or underwear, which next time I will consider, and everywhere you looked people were screaming Lady Gaga at the top of their lungs, throwing bubbles at their dates and sliding across the floor while their shoes were stuck to the ground. I got lost in the bubble tower a few times but it was well worth it.

After a few hours, we all left soaking wet, smelling of soap and shining in glitter (apparently at the Gay90's we have not only foam but glitter foam). This only happens once a month and it is an 18+ event, which has its positives and negatives for us of 21 somethings but it is definitely something I plan to put on my calendar for next month....those next time I'm nixing the jeans and going in some swim shorts! If you've never been and you want an evening that will leave you with memories, check it out. You won't be disappointed, just as long as you don't wear silk.

Lots of glitter and love

-LintheTC