Heh, check me out: I brought my camera to KOBALT, the first in a series of revelations that provoke me to consider going out more often. It's a cozy little function: Normals aside, it's like a little basement party at someone else's house (you know, not yours or your friend's house, but someone else's). I've been there four times and each time I've danced, so that's saying something. Tonight there was actually a lot going on, as will be related in the photolog tonight. I'm just surprised I was allowed to take as many pictures as I did.

My good friend antipathy (Nicole) showed up tonight, almost unexpectedly but for a bug planted in my ear by a sick, perhaps dying, friend.	Nicole and her man, known only to me as Mr. Velvex. He's very personable and chatty, which I was in the mood to receive. It worked out.
And here they are in the action setting known as shutter-drag.	Zhac consented to riding out with me tonight; further, she consented to a picture with me. Rare occasions indeed! I should buy a Powerball ticket!
Yay, it's Caly with a Y! She preens and tolerates my picture-taking ass!	Matt gives a pleasantly cartoonish scowl, but secretly, I think he loves the camera...
Eric and I are suitably freaked out by the confluence of events that this night represents.	Awww, it's me and Ethel (Laurie)! Look at us! There's two of us, one of each! Awww!
Heh, and here we still are, still with stereoscopic vision, prancing about on our hind legs.	Andy is just... well, you know, befuddled. By the whole evening. By everything. Andy equals befuddlement. But he's cool, we're cool.
Such bright smiles! We're product-placement models for dental floss! Or hemorrhoid ointment, whatever imparts pleasure. That's us.	Mmm, Laurie and Sasha. Yeah, man.
Hey, it's Telephone! They're performing live at KOBALT! You missed them! Sucker.	Action sequence! Thank you, shutter-drag!
Uh-oh, the hot chick in Telephone notices me! Check out the index fingertip of noticement! It's aimed at me.	And here she graciously thanks the DJs for letting them kick out the jams, though we're grateful for their presence.
Craig maintains a watchful eye over the happenings. Him good dude, heap coolness and kickin' jams.	Hee! Capricious Skaht simply succumbs to the funky-funky will of the universe and lays down the tracks!
Oh no! It's the hot chick from Telephone! She's primping and preening! Who can resist?	Dammit... my heart melts in its cage, getting all gooey around my liver and intestines. This can't be healthy. Knock off all that hot!
First in a series of hippies who let me take pictures of them spinning poi! Actually, I like the effect of LED poi with shutter-drag.	This is the, uh, Mr. Fun spinning his green LED poi. Too much smoke machine to fully appreciate it.
Despite the artificial smoke, I think you get a good idea of how cool this stuff looks with shutter-drag.	It's clear evidence that you're doing something right in your life, that such women will let you be seen with them.
Kyle poses with me for a shot. Everyone knows Kyle. You know Kyle.	Cali, Kyle, and Eric, caught in a moment of hi-jinx! Oh, the wackiness! When will it end? Answer: never.
Nothing makes me want to urinate more than being surrounded by my peers at a trough. Good planning, First Avenue.	Mmm, the delectable Nicole enjoys a cool, refreshing drink in the midst of a raucous evening of socialization and slammin' beats. Doesn't she look like candy? Doesn't she look just like candy!
God bless the door guards... uh, sorry, blurry action shot. Lemme try again.	God bless the door guards; were it not for them, all manner of riff-raff would promenade unimpeded into our grounds. Salt of the earth, these guys.
Hey, it's Sarah! I like Sarah! She's here! Let's take a picture of her.	Okay, two pictures! With Sasha! Since she's Sasha's friend. But I like her too!
At some point I happened to notice Sasha's wearing a cool-ass shirt. Cooler than I'd previous conceived.	And there's the bartender, setting me up with the delicious mind-rotting beverages!
Okay, and out of all the hippies, this is perhaps the hottest and most personable of them all, posing with Ethel. Hey, call me a bridge-builder...	And there's me with Michael! We haven't talked in, like, months! But here we are in the same picture!
And here's me and Lexi! What are the odds! Truly, a magical end to a magical night.	...And only one hippie was really freaked out that these pictures would show up on someone's website somewhere, so she wouldn't let me take a picture of her spinning poi, but whatever. I'm not here to judge. Her picture would go here, but... yeah. Really freaked out.