No contest. It was so obvious—as soon as you entered the packed Cameo. That’s where the boyz were on Sunday night of Winter Party Festival—all the boys as well as all the variegated pageantry of South Beach, from Flavio and Chyna, to Mizz Cori and Hunni Dijon, and of course, hostess Elaine Lancaster. And there was DJ Kidd Madonny behind DJ Tony Moran in the booth, and Patti Razzeto alongside Shane and Victor, and Karen and Michelle. And with the masterminds Ross on lights and Visual XS on décor, the club’s interior appeared as if the entire set of the Beach Party from earlier that day had been shot into Cameo and blown into a thousand shards of confetti and diamonds, constantly shimmering down the club’s railings, balustrades, and staircases—and onto the backs and shoulders of every most beautiful boy. It was a sight you wouldn’t have wanted to miss.

This was the official Sunday night event of Winter Party Festival—the only Sunday night party that returns its proceeds to the LGBT community and to the very deserving service organizations that fight AIDS and intolerance, as well as fight for LGBT equality. And this was Cameo, the legendary South Beach club with a history of well-loved gay parties, from Anthem to Back Door Bamby. And at eight pm, DJ Kidd Madonny was in the house—welcoming in the scores of happy campers fresh from the Beach Party. And there was Hilton and Mel, and Edison and Nestor, and Billy and Luis. And then it was Tony in the booth, Tony Moran making Cameo his house and Orbit his party with his intoxicating blend of ethereal melodies and tribal romance.

And meanwhile, in Gotham, the snow started to fall…

Perhaps, most of all, this was a party that re-introduced Chus & Ceballos to the boyz. With their gongs and chimes, and their Iberian influences channeled through the Middle East, combined with the sounds of Morocco, the dynamic duo created a kind of Marrakech bazaar of fascinating rhythms and beats that were as complex and idiosyncratic as they were addictive and commanding. And in the process, this duo made manifest that refrain “I want a new drug”—except the new drug here was how these boys wove aural tapestries as psychically comforting as they were physically stimulating.

Or “Shut up and dance” as those NOIZE tees put it. This was music that wound around inside the head like the serpents of Medusa, refusing to let go. One song, in particular. Something called “Moving On” with its refrain “I’m movin’ on”—and while it sounds so simple, it was anything but. More like a song with six personalities, all of them demanding attention from your ass and your arms, your head and your shoulders, and especially your feet. One of those songs that will not quit—and in fact, it seemed a near certainty that the song wove around the house at least twice, in one form or another—almost in an homage to the manner in which the legendary Larry Levan of the Garage would drop a song three or four times in one night.

And meanwhile in Gotham, the snow kept falling…

But this was Miami Beach, and this was Orbit at Cameo—and all of us were flying through the galaxy, knowing perfectly well that “Everything’s Gonna Be Alright.” Or as Wilson Cruz quickly realized, with just one look… And as any number of WPF volunteers decided, why not make a move—and get some—and did. In short, this was one sexy party, the libido unleashed from its anchors by the sounds of Chus & Ceballos.

And that’s exactly what we all wanted for Winter Party Festival. After all, that’s why we went in to Orbit.