This is what I wore out Friday night. It was warmer than usual, although I was still wearing three layers on my legs. We started out at this dark, tiny lounge where you are only permitted if you have on fur, a headband, or tight pants. (I decided to wear all three, just to play it safe.) Also, before going, I was promised dancing, but to my horror there were only two people SWAYING in the middle of the bar. Awkward. Then I was forced into this gay club called The Cock. That should be your fair warning right there, but I was literally pushed into it. There were two straight men dancing on the bar: one in tiny nude colored underpants and tribal tats; the other in basketball shorts, a baseball cap, tennis shoes, and a jock strap, which was of course visible since he decided to pull his exercise shorts halfway down his ass. I think maybe he was supposed to be themed. Anyway, there they were, more swaying, on top of the bar, while everyone else there just STARED them down...of course with the occasional tip or two down the jock-strap/loincloth. CREEPFEST. No one was dancing. No one was laughing. Everyone was just STARING. But anyway, then I ventured off to the Financial District, where I got lost in a sea of construction work and massive architecture on the way to my friend's house...where I attempted to sleep sitting up on a couch with five other people. All in a night's work!