Basically, all of these pictures are from the Space Squid party. If anything looks out of focus, it’s because everyone just happened to be a little fuzzy at that time of night.
I don’t mean to brag, but even without the burlesque dancers, this was the best party anyone has ever seen.
Here’s Chris Nakashima-Brown, aka The-Life-of the-Party.
Here’s slugtribe honcho Wendy Wheeler trying to get editor D to give up squid guy Ike’s phone number.
Liam, an improv fiction contestant, looking at the devilish timer that was the bane of the contestants.
I brought the cryobev3000 to the party, and it performed flawlessly. No one was electrocuted, there were no spills. Just constant beer-cooling.
This is Space Squid illustrator Chris Waltrip enjoying a preternaturally cooled beer.
And at the end of the night, all the party supplies went on the hotel trolley, and we rode off into the sunset.
