Well, the word is out: DADA was a hit! Not to mention a feast for the eyes as well. The DADA movement was notorious for its risque and wild parties. I think it is fair to say we lived up to our namesakes.

As I weaved my way through the Contemporary Saturday night, I took it all in. From a Giant Twinkie tossing cupcakes at the dancing throngs to delicate spring trees, adorned with (what else) but women’s lingerie. The cocktail hour was from 7 pm – 8 pm and guests were invited to relax with their drinks on ghostly furniture with hay bales as their coffee tables.

And of course, who could forget the opportunity to mingle with the St. Louis Rams’ cheerleaders in attendance. Performance artists danced on liquid soap in the courtyard as the thunderstorms began to roll in. The bar area featured a voyeuristic performance with a naked woman silhouetted in a canopied bed as an onlooker filmed her.

Just when the mind seemed to be filled to the brink with surreal visuals…was that a horse that just passed the window?? Yes, coming up the sidewalk and into the museum was Honorary Host, Carson Kressley of “Queer Eye” riding a white stallion! He leaped off the horse and welcomed everyone to DADA.

If all that somehow wasn’t enough to put one into sensory overload, welcome to the After-Party. The thunderstorm was in full force now, but that did not stop over 300 guests waiting to join the festivities at 10 pm. Suddenly the museum was filled with people in all types of costumes. Remember Bjork at the Academy Awards in the infamous swan dress? Yeah, that made an appearance. Green faces, dead birds adorning hats, dinner jackets coated in flowers. The list goes on and on. There was a candy store that handed beautifully wrapped pieces of raw meat. Some got to work on Destroy-a-Bear workshop. Right in the middle of all the dancing was an intense chess match between the Americans and the Russians – WOW! And hopefully nobody missed the performances by the burlesque pole dancers.

So all in all, it was just a quiet evening at the Contemporary. Right! Now you know when someone invites you to a DADA Ball, you had better expect the unexpected.