Two weirdos,
one lava lamp
It was 2 a.m. at a roller disco when Cosmo wiped out spectacularly and took Romy down with him. We laughed so hard we missed last call, then talked until the rink lights came up.
Six years, three road trips, one orange van, and a truly unreasonable number of houseplants later, here we are — inviting everyone we love up to the canyon to dance under the stars.
No stiff sit-down dinner. No assigned anything. Just our favorite people, loud music, and the best night of our lives. You in?