A delightful new addition this year was The Unfulfillerator,
which allowed
guests to experience, in sixty seconds, all the ups and downs of
a real
relationship. Guests could chose to have a relationship with
either (or
both) of our two fabulous improv actors, Jenn Harris and Jack
Ferver (Jimmie
Tickles of Strangers With Candy fame). Once the timer was
started they were
subjected to sixty seconds of (in order) compliments,
flirtation, lust,
anger, venom, and abuse.
Pornonymity 2.0, bearing the slogan "Whack To The Future", once
again
allowed guests the opportunity to unleash their inner porn stars
and as
always the crowd delivered, to a degree that made last year's
entries seem
downright quaint. We received over eighty entries depicting
various sleazy,
eye-popping, physically improbable combinations of party-goers
and one
sexually-exhausted robot.
Guests gained insight into the scope of the Black Hearts Party
through our
new International Operations Center, that featured articles from
around the
world covering a variety of anti-Valentine's Day-related
activities, such as
V-day card burnings in India, V-day teddy bear bombs in the
American
Midwest, and anti-V-day government action in Saudi Arabia.
BHP XIV was also marked by the return of the ever-popular Grope
room, the
Fondle Closet, the voodoo shrine for cursing your ex, the
yet-filthier
Chamber of Destiny, Dare cards, DJs lucien and dj shaved, and
the prayer
shrine to Dogcoon (patron saint of the Black Hearts Party).
It being Valentine's Day, the main attraction in terms of décor
this year
was the life-sized Cupid crucified above the dance floor, being
eaten from
inside and out by a host of giant black spiders. Fluffy white
Valentine's
Day teddy bears dangled overhead, bound in web and befouled with
wet black
eggs poised to hatch something even worse.
Other décor included creepy black "Club Dead" palm trees, black
elastic
webbing, a clothesline of tiny black clothes, hundreds of black
condoms,
disturbing mutant black balloons, the pornographic Kama Sutra
lounge, and a
room filled with the smashed videotape from several dozen Julia
Roberts and
Meg Ryan romantic comedies.
The food table was actually more real food this year (as opposed
to the
"food" of previous years), with blackened meatballs, black squid
ink pasta,
and black Chinese forbidden rice. A professionally-made black
wedding cake
served as centerpiece, decorated with blackberries and
black-clad bride and
decapitated groom.
This year's array of black outfits was the most impressive we've
ever had,
including the guy who painted a black shirt on his chest, the
guy wearing a
skirt made out of black gloves and carrying a black plunger, the
porn
superhero duo (black butt plug and anal beads at the ready on
his utility
belt), and of course, the six BHP14 cheerleaders in matching
outfits who
exploded into the party with a sleazy rehearsed cheer. No, we
didn't hire
them.
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