Burn 2 Ash
A Flavorpill party is exactly what you would expect: excessive yet culturally filtered.
There were rooms after rooms of very drunk people in costume, text messages every ten minutes, informing when/where the next band was playing, and an amazing set by CSS.
The only costumes I remember include: Amelia Earhart (back from the dead, again), Jack (minus Jill), a boxer and her trainer, a German barmaid, a Bible salesman, a paper doll, Sid & Nancy, Frida Kahlo, a giant, the dead Crocodile Hunter (stingray included), an exact replica of Bjork's swan dress, and a monkey with detachable ears.
Although only three people guessed my costume right away, I still stand by my decision to dress as YouTube.
Now. Why can't we celebrate Halloween at least once a month?