You’d think that after attending the last three of these events I’d know precisely what to expect – attractive men and women clad in various shades of pink having a good time for a good cause. I always see someone I haven’t seen in years, the beverages usually lean more to vodka than cava and the night would be incomplete without a smooch from Tom Moore. Yet, despite the predictability of this annual event, there’s always room for a surprise – like last night’s, and I hope this term isn’t offensive, drag queens. How fun! And I have never seen as many swingers in one room as I did last night. I mean, that’s what you would call the folks taking liberties with the rope swing at Matt Baumgartner’s house, right?