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The cyber-orgy of food porn, music articles and drag-you-in photography known as House of Plates is manned (or womanned) by an anonymous group of Dallas bloggers, all hell-bent on showing us the great shit they’ve found around the city. So of course we like them.
But we like them more when they throw parties.
They’ve got a major rager in the works. It’s going down at the F.O.E. on Sunday, August 5, so take this as an early warning. It looks so slammin’ that we might see a repeat of that historic “at capacity” day the Fraternal Order of Eagles reached a few weeks back. Get there early, or wait outside in the sun, hiding your pasty bits from the evil sky orb.
Plates is calling the bash The Endless Summer. There’s a volleyball tournament pitting local restaurants against Dallas’ music media outlets, which should make for a lot of hilarious wheezing/awkward tripping.
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There’s also a positively precious fashion show, featuring retro swimwear pulled lovingly from Commonwealth Couture‘s poolside frock locker. Those looks will be set off with bobbles by local designer NicSal Jewels, who knows that the only thing more enticing than a gold lame swimsuit is a gold lame swimsuit given the gussy-up treatment. Hari Mari‘s got the foot situation handled and we’ll get to take a look local handbag line Audra Janak.
The music at F.O.E. can be the chat roulette of soundtracks but that Sunday DJ Neo-Safari is on the job. He’s got company with party starter Elizabeth Farrell; she’s going to show us how a lady gets things done.
Here’s the part where you worry that you can’t afford it. Wrong. It’s $7 at the door and you can still bring the usual: meat for the grill and non-alcoholic drinks (just leave the glass at home; we’re all going to be barefoot). Or better, hustle some of those restaurant guys for their extras; you can bet there will be some serious marinades happening at this thing. It runs from noon to 5 p.m
