Oh thinkers of great thoughts,
let us gather and eat, drink and be Epicureanly merry.
Hedonistic pleasure run unrestrained through the Elysian Fields of the Gay Science.
"Gay" because Nietzsche called philosophy the gay science. The sweet science was already grabbed by boxing of all things.
So, if it is a "gay science party" let us make Mary instead of merry. Come dressed as your favorite philosopher or cross dress or whatever-the-hell you want to do. (I will be dressed as an old white guy.)