
the sleepover you never grew out of.
Butterfly clips and blue eyeshadow. A guest wall slowly filling up with Polaroids. A bed covered in vintage magazines, a vanity crowded with lip gloss and perfume bottles, your old AIM screen name written on the bathroom mirror. Dunkaroos and Ring Pops on the snack table, Shirley Temples in your hand, Mean Girls playing on low volume. Every room of the house is styled to be photographed.



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No. It runs 6 to 10pm. Pajamas still very much encouraged.
Come Y2K-coded. Butterfly clips, velour, low-rise everything, whatever your 2002 self would've picked out the night before. The glam station can finish the look when you get there.
Every ticket holder gets a real paper invitation in their actual mailbox a few weeks before. It has all the details, including the address. Bring it with you, it's your ticket to the door Polaroid.
No. Karaoke and the lip sync battle are for whoever wants the mic. The crafts and snacks keep running the whole time.
Yes. A build-your-own food station with vegan and pescatarian options, a Y2K snack table, and mocktails all night. Alcohol-free.
This one's women only.
Tickets aren't on sale yet. Join the waitlist and you get first access when they drop, before anyone else.