Cheryl (The Dance Party That Will Ruin Your Life) is too intense an event for me to attend every month, though I’ve been to probably two a year since their 2008 debut at erstwhile classy dive Royale in Park Slope. Cheryl is a handful of semi-anonymous dance cats who, above all else, prize glitter, shoulder pads, fake blood, and hair extensions. They DJ, they synchronize their fist pumps, they tour Europe, they paint your face until you say Uncle. If I were you, I would watch some of the promotional videos on their website, keep an eye out for their next coup, and mark your Day Runner.