[Wonderland](http://wonderlandnewyork.com/) is magical and mystical and sexual. Last night we almost didn’t go because of scheduling and other conflicts (and because not all of our experiences in this domain have been positive lately—Halloween, I’m looking at you), but I’m glad we made the effort to get out.
The invitation is firm on its costume policy and we see why. As we entered the venue we felt a little like Quentin Coldwater in *The Magicians* finding Brakebills for the first time. A somewhat dingy urban streetscape gives way to a land of brightly coloured and exotic strangers, many equipped with gorgeous fairy wings, large battle axes, and gorgeous masks. The music beckons us inside and soon we are meeting strangers, flirting with whoever we see, and sipping fizz.
We start dancing and people watching. At first we know no one, which makes the party more exciting. Women dressed as fairies make out with each other, their gossamer wings brushing our torsos and faces as they lose sense of the rest of the world amid the kiss.