It was an orgiastic plunge into a world where no preconceptions existed. Men were women; women, men; dogs, people; people, dogs. You could drift along without actually walking, carried on one side by a human shower (complete with curtain) and on the other by a giant tongue. It was all that two eyes could take in, and I'm only sorry we missed the parade 13 years ago, in which a woman was stripped, painted bronze and made into a hood ornament. Still, we thought we had seen it all until we saw Beauty and the Beast rolled into one: the fetching Miss Ing Link. Exhausted, we declared him/her/it the winner and collapsed happy.
We never did find our socks.