Good Times.

When the room is filled with a kaleidoscope of fabulous personalities, intricately woven by the common goal of kickn back, you wind up with a night of refreshing simplicity. Conversations moved away from the mediocre to delve a little further below the skin. From an unexpected talk with Alex about the Cuban revolution, to Bronques and Harold engaged in whether to move a pawn or a queen, (metaphorically speaking of course), to watching Dimitry finally give in to the temptress that is the Turntable. You have a couple of hotties getting caught off guard in the elevator to heaven and Junior being himself, Zygo in hand, and making sure he keeps is clothes on. Harold captured a few images and the rest of the night is memorialized more in a feeling of ease. Theres nothing like getting toe up among people that, I wouldnt doubt, would hold your hair back if they catch you hunched over the toilet. Holler.