(Pictured with Jess Johnson and “sexologist” & event planner Philippe Lewis)
Sacred Scrapbooks writes:
Well, isn’t this odd. Judy attended an “epic” NYE party in 2014 and posted pics with her “tribe” in a middle-class home in SF. A catlady noticed the extremely sexy and brilliant Philipe Lewis in one of the pics; turns out that Lewis organized a party that night at, yup, the Ghost Ship. LA Times:
“After an erotic-themed New Years Eve party in 2014—the warehouse’s ‘twisted stairways,’ ‘hidden coves’ and secret nooks strewn with pillows and blankets were billed as attractions—a San Francisco event producer, Philippe Lewis, returned to retrieve his sound equipment,” etc.
So did the woos meet up at someone’s nice looking place before heading over to the party? If so, what a fortunate opportunity for gold-lamé Judy to snap photos and avoid getting disinherited.
Donkey definitely went from those middle-class digs to the “epic” sex party in the condom- and debris-strewn Ghost Ship. One assumes she was tripping balls before they even arrived at the rickety fire hazard. One also assumes Judy would have posted 500 how-dare-they! posts if the city had tried to enforce building restrictions. Hell to the yes! How dare the government force the creatives in our tribe to live like responsible adults!