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Birthday Parties Past
My Sixty-First Will Be Sedate and That’s a Good Thing
The history of Feferfest is littered with lunacy
When National Condom Week coincided with my birthday in 1988, it was my final year of law school, the stage was set and Feferfest was born. Who could pass up a party theme like that? Not someone like me, that’s for sure.
And figuring out decorations was a snap. Condoms come in an amazing abundance of sizes and colors. I had no idea.
Thinking back, I could have become the original “Hawk Tuah” girl if cell phone cameras had existed when my friend handed me a lubricated one to inflate, that bitch, but I digress, as usual…
Over the past thirty-six years, my annual celebration of everything that’s wonderful about being me has been held in some strange places, with odd people, and hilarious results.
I’m taking a low-key approach this year because, frankly, it’s time I calmed the fuck down. To remind myself of that, here’s some highlights of parties past.
Party in the Pyramid Anyone?
After a thirty-six hour, meth-fueled drive from Las Vegas to Austin with my best friend MK and her two cats in the cab of a U-Haul, we rolled up to this place and I…
