Not a bathing suit, nor your birthday suit, although once you're filthy enough you'll wish that were an option. No, a genuinely nice suit: button-down shirt, tie, and all. Then race into ponds oozing with thick brown slime and come sloshing into pits of the gunk as well. Why in a suit? Why not? It's for charity. Also: ups your chances of making the KTLA Morning News.
Eat a giant chicken leg, cheer for the blue knight. Come on, you know you want to.
And tell them it’s your friend’s birthday. The place will go crazy. Decked out in old-timey soda-shop outfits, the staff of this ice cream-and-burgers-but-really-ice cream emporium (with locations in Brea, Buena Park, and Mission Viejo) will probably sing some form of "Happy Birthday to You" three or four times. Just try stopping them. Order "The Zoo," too. Because then they come out banging drums like they're the house band at a sad clone vaudeville. That’s more awesome than it sounds.