The White Party 2001 was another successful Bacchanalian orgy that Palm Springs embraces annually solely for the Devil-blessed himself, Jeffrey Sanker, promoter of this and other Circuit Parties nationwide.

Left: The week-end began with the "Military Ball" on Friday (following the Thursday night "Welcome Party"). Marcel and I dressed appropriately, but balked at the few attendees that didn't suit up properly. Equally disconcerting was the large "No Drugs" sign at the entrance to each venue of the week-end. The following day was spent in preparation for the actual White Party - preparation that included sunning ourselves at the Saturday Pool Party at the Wyndham Hotel, host hotel of the event.

Right: Marcel and I made our rounds at a couple parties in the area, one of which we met some new friends. In actuality we were to meet Marcel's friend, Yower, at the Odyssey Party next door (which we did go to). Although, we did not connect with his friend until later that night at the White Party, we did make some new L.A. friends who were staying in a fashionable suite a block from the Convention Center, site of the White Party.

Marcel knew more people at the event than I did. Above: Marcel stops for some friends he met at the last White Party.

Above: Look out, it's raining ex-boyfriends! Marcel also met up with one of his ex's, Hector, who looked fabulous.

Bacardi Limon, one of the primary sponsors of the White Party week-end found its own following what with the handsome Bacardi Boys and Girls. Here, a party-goer takes an unabashed break with her newest best friend.

Right: The two main performers of the night included this dance hall anthem by Tina Ann Don't Want Another Man which threw the arena into a frenzy. Michelle Weeks also performed her circuit party hit, Rejoice which sent the boys into overdrive. Later we found out the dancers were from the Miami, of which the dancers for each performance of the week-end were hired. The choreography of the dances contained so much more than the simple yet visually striking movements. DJ Manny Lehman kept the White Party monster jumping, pumping (and pumping) with his unique turntable stylings until early morning.

After a relaxing morning, and late lunch, Marcel and I made it to the Sunday T-Dance. The spring heat made for a comfortable afternoon of hanging around, listening and dancing to the music that continued the previous night's party. The theme was some '60s revival that reminded me of my Flower Child of a boss, Mardi. And I noted that she probably would have had the best time too. Performing to the marathon party-ers determined to make it through the T-Dance and through the Farewell Party was Christine W. who magnanimously busted out with her saxophone which sounded too good to be live.

The number of men at the T-Dance provided enough (chemically-driven) energy to make it a nice event to relax and come down from the night prior. Right: Our friend, Jewel, whom we met at one of the pre-White Party parties was in attendance. Taking advantage of the raised dance platform, Jewel was searching for his boyfriend in the crowd, but stopped for this nice snapshot.

Right: Christine W. closed the evening with another high-energy performance. She entered the stage with a lap-dog that looked neither fazed nor interested in the hundreds of gay men that rallied for positioning in front of the stage. Men that squeezed past each other by the sweat of their bare chests and backs in moments of mistaken intimacy.

Poingnantly, the evening ended with a spectacular (and long) fireworks display while U2's re-mixed Beautiful Day played in the background.

For more information on the White Party and other Jeffrey Sanker Productions check out www.jeffreysanker.com.

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