After a harrowing journey, the posse arrives at this party at 1:00 a.m. The invitation said it would go on until 7:00 a.m., but we had our doubts, as the house is located at the top of Queen Anne. Would the sleepy neighbors complain of a ruckus? Apparently not, because the music is still blasting and people are still busting out their best moves on the dance floor.

This is purportedly a "big-ass lesbo party" according to the invitation, but when we arrive, we see a bunch of young men sitting on the porch. One immediately pipes up as we enter, "I recommend the Gloryhole in the basement." We do some investigating and find out a few interesting facts: (1) These guys are neighborhood young'uns, also apparently crashing the party and, (2) the Gloryhole is a converted sauna with a hole poked in the door so people can watch make-out sessions in the pillow-covered interior. We overhear invitations to the Gloryhole, but our repeated visits come up empty of any sightseeing and we end up staging a picture, just for fun.

Meanwhile, the dancing heats up in the living room, as old-school hiphop blasts from the frequently malfunctioning stereo. Lap-dances abound, and the guys seem to be getting down with their girlfriends just as heartily as the girls and their girlfriends. There is no awkwardness for these amateur party crashers. The party is for someone's birthday, and delicious chocolate cake is served. It has a marvelous jelly-and-whipped-cream filling and good chocolate frosting. In fact, if you were the one serving that cake, please e-mail partycrasher@thestranger.com and kindly tell us where you bought it, or send the recipe if you made it. It was a truly astounding cake.

Want The Stranger to eat some delicious cake at your house party? E-mail all of the info (date, place, time) to partycrasher@thestranger.com