When weighing options for a venue became a paralytic black hole, my therapist welcomed me to be curious about what would happen if I stopped focusing on where to have the party and thought about how I wanted to feel at the party. Instantly I knew I wanted to feel relaxed, connected, and “hugged.” Ipso facto, it was clear as a JELLYFISH that I would have the party at my house^** in East Dallas.

Saturday, July 20 // 8PM // my house^**

I'll have...

• Nosh food items
• Playing cards; UNO cards; credit cards
• Arts & crafts stations
• Kan Jam
• Cornhole
• Sparkling water
• Music and records
• A fucking fan/mister!

You can bring...

• Your best damn self (and a +1)
• Anything extra you wanna eat/drink/smoke/share
• A record or two to spin

But...

What should I wear?
Anything you feel comfortable in that will allow you to feel good inside the house and outside for “activities.”

Where can I park?
Anywhere on my street! It loves cars.

I can’t make it at 8pm, is that ok?

I have a show and can’t make it until, like, 11pm, is that ok?

I’m here, but the lights are off and it seems like the party is over