I think the whole thing is completely hilarious and astounding at the same time. For one, we haven't printed out a single flyer. Nope, we decided to be as low budget as possible, using only our offline and online networking skills. Second, the party's title (which was vodka-induced, I'm sure) is not even printed on the web-only flyer. See?
Just crazy cat lady references and a leprechaun doing a wheelie. Word. The only place you will find the Wall Street-hater name is on a Myspace event invitation with a less-than-overwhelming response. I mean, no one reads those things anyway, do they?
So how did this controversy spread so quickly? How did the Sentinel even find out about it? More importantly, why are the big guns at Wall Street so upset? They will still draw thousands of overly drunk college kids and shiny shirt guys who are into Staind or Slightly Stoopid or whatever band, just like they do every year. There will be green beer and beads and boobs and fights and puke.
And the outnumbered people in Orlando who are not into all of the above will come to Crooked Bayou and have an awesome time with us :)
The End.
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