We entered the train wearing our bright kimonos, colorful hairpieces, lipstick making our mouths into neat little jewels. It was 6 AM and it was very clear that we were the only ones on the train who were on our way to a party.
I knew we were getting closer when I saw an explosion of gold glitter on a Manhattan sidewalk. The sun was just barely rising as we entered Judson Memorial Church for an early-morning dance party, cheerfully titled "Shine On". At the door we were handed a bag of chocolates and offered a hug by a woman in spandex....
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