I got an offer to have my birthday party at BERLIN this year.  Berlin is a gay party at a normally straight club in Hell's Kitchen in NYC.  No cover? Fantastic! My own table? Great! Free champagne? I'm there! So I had a gathering of my friends over at my Hell's Kitchen abode for chatting, music videos, drinking and Oculus Rift. A friend even brought cupcakes! Which I thought they banned at Hell's Kitchen Customs, so I was happy to have them. What I didn't expect was to encounter a dark underbelly of David Lynchian proportions.