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- Bordello d’Booty: come celebrate BdB’s fifth year at BRC! serving up bountiful booze and blues every night, Bd’B is a bacchic-beach-bordello for booty-licious beauties of all backgrounds. it’s a fucking pirate ship! no ifs, ands, or BUTTS about it, BdB serves beer, bubbly and live blues from 10pm - 3am. your money is no good here, but your booty is! join the hall of Bd’B fame in the company of J.Lo, Andy Warhol, Captain Hook, Miss Havisham, and Barbie. voluptuous, booty-baring, pirate, painted lady, and cirkusy costumes encouraged.
- Redneck Renaissance: y’ all, y’all, y’all. This is a rebirth, a revolution of the senses and yer dern mind. We’re going back to livin off the land and lovin her like yer sweet missy that sits right next to ya, straddlin the gear shift of yer Ford pickup. We live by a new, sophisticated set of ideas, all the while keepin sum of our country customs. We’re refined, respectful folks who believe you should keep things simple, hunt yer own damn food, keep yer crops nice and clean, look beyond boundaries and property and love the shit out of every single thang- kin or not. If yew enjoy the simple pleasures in life- like a good bourbon, NASCAR racin, and scrawgin, then yer in the right place. Camo, flannel, mullets, bare feet and cutoffs are encouraged but not required. Hell, dress like a damn twinkle-toed ninny and that’d be right nice. Bring yer two-step and fisty-fiery fancies and let’s get caarraaaazzeeeee!! YEEEEEHAAAWWWW!!!
- Alchemical Trickster: whether you want to steal the peachy sweetness of immortality or transmute your ass with the wand of chaos, join these potent anarchists of improvisation in their transformative romp, the ambiguous, fuzzy, spiked, gentle, rough swift interventions you have been looking for. entice a loving mayhem of the distracted and all too complacent masses. Working the skin of interaction inside out, upside backwards. Discover your bestial divinity.... your most devious and deep seeded pranks of re-production and disruption, and return to sip the cadence of the elixer of life in the ever fluid Mercurial Dance Den http://southerncrossreview.org/18/trickster.htm In the beginning there was man, and he was burning.
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