Or... How we Partied in Your Mama's/Papa's Shoes... before we came along and changed their lives.
From emails by T.A. Vernitsky:
"What do you get when you combine snow-capped mountains, bubbly hot tub, crackling fire and a table full of soviet delicacies?
- March 8th celebration, of course! In the Berkshires, with a dozen of your raucous fun-loving friends.
What? You don't celebrate the International Women's Day? - but it's only the most fashionable retro holiday of our times! Honoring women's economic achievements, allowing them to be proud Sugar Mamas; social - bringing us such modern marvels as burlesque shows in which young women no longer have to forgo grad school in order to become hipster porn stars; and political - propelling onto the national stage women who could've otherwise been hipster porn starts.
What? Your friends aren't as raucous, as they used to be? Well, I'm afraid you only have yourself to blame for becoming a responsible adult and not waisting your adulthood away in smokey joints where people without real jobs go to watch hipster porn (by which, of course I mean burlesque).
But this could just be a chance to redeem yourself. I mean, this is a kind of party house a responsible adult like yourself could really feel secure about. So, come and get a piece of this olivie-vodka-and-shashlyk-stained action!"
