Far be it from us to make sweeping generalizations about gender and sexual preference, but when you gather Denver's largest lesbian social group at Tracks for a First Friday party, it's pretty much inevitable that it's going to get weird. On Friday, it did. Intrepid photographer Kate Levy brings back these shots of the costumed, the caged and the making-out-in-the-restroomed (or whatever) after the jump.
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The Mad Hatter is laughing because you will never solve the riddle just posed by the March Hare -- actually, the answer is "the movie Sandlot."
In a similarly mind-boggling puzzler, these women pose it to you that the two shirts are in fact an equation that must reduce to the lowest possible terms, both of which involve a vodka tonic and the complete box set of Valerie Harper.
Incensed by her persistent attempts to accost passers-by and put them in headlocks, party security was eventually forced to give Stephanie "the cage." Making out in a bathroom stall: The classiest way to get it on.
It was bad enough that the Guitar Hero controller refused to make sounds and shapes when not connected to anything, but when "the man" refused Leslie's God-given right to "have it your way," the tide of fury was unstoppable.
Staying in character as a cat, Kathy reiterates that she does not give a shit about you. "Ow my head!"
Lo, though the party may rage, the Ska King has more important things to contemplate.
Because nobody had the heart to tell her, Britney spent the whole night blissfully unaware of the ass growing out of her head.
And then it really got weird.