The question: what to wear to the party of a performer known for his jaw-dropping, awe-inspiring ensembles?  The answer?  There were boyz in maquillage and suit-breasts (a pec-baring vest), and there was promoter Dustin Reffca with his gravity-defying Fuller Brush hair and his silver kicks,  and Omar as a t-shirted Brando, and Adora as a flame-haired Olivia Newton-John, and Alan T. as Sexy Nascar Driver (complete with bullhorn), and there was a blond sex kitten and a black leather Weimar tomcat, and there was Chyna, fresh off the pages of a Louis Vuitton fashion spread, and, up in the booth, a realgirl deejay, Amalia Leandro, werking the beats and playing “Sexy Motherfucka”—and is it any wonder that at that very moment the birthday celebutante should make his entrance: the Boy Prince, King Tutankhamen—DJ Power Infiniti in headdress and smiles as he made his way to his birthday booth. 

“Okay, Party People,” he threw down. “Okay, slutz.”  It was Power in mufti, in his headdress and a simple white shirt, as he werked over the crowd with his galloping beat, his Trinidadian house in his birthday funhouse.  And there was DJ Abel—with the BIGGEST birthday smile for the birthday prince.  And over there?  Who was that tall cool drink of chocolate?  “Wazzup?” “Drinking milk, watching the game.”  Delicious. 

Then off we went to “Xanadu,” thanks to Adora who channeled ON-J in a performance that had the fashion kidz singing along as they held up their cellies and sent it all home to Mom—for Mother’s Day.  And “Oh, look—There’s that little blond”—a comment that covers half of South Beach—while on the boxes, there were a pair of gladiatorial Incas and black-leathered cowboys, shaking their moneymakers as Power instructed “S-T-A-M-P Your Feet.”  And then Misty Eyez sang a wickedly surreal “Lollipop,” which gave credence to your mother’s admonition: “Never accept candy from a stranger—unless she’s wearing chartreuse.” 

CLICK on a Sunday night: it’s the high school cafeteria and the best house party on the block and the coolest gay frat.  And if it’s true that we only have “4 Minutes (To Save the World)”—well, why not head over to CLICK and watch it all blow from there.