I may have felt a teensy bit nekkid at first walking around in just a leotard, but when Monsieur Madonna showed up I was no longer the only one.
Wait, let me show you the full-length version...
(The man has great gams.)
In addition, there were hippie chicks,
cowgirls and disco/80's hybrids,
a flapper, a goth, a member of ABBA,
and, um, not exactly sure what this was, except that she looked AWESOME.
There was an endless stream of champagne, of which I partook... copiously.
And music and dancing until well into the early morning hours.
And if you've ever wondered how Parisian ladies get down, well, it's pretty much exactly like the rest of us do...