Scott's going to check up on some other friends, so this is Molly's solo night to hang out with the people she misses in Minneapolis! after a little confusion she found the Black Forest, a nice German restaurant in Eat Street, and slowly these familiar faces trickled into the room and we had, actually, a much better time than we should have. How did that work out? After the restaurant closed we drove over and converged upon Sasha's apartment, lingering for a couple more hours and having even more bizarre adventures.

Bexley made it! We were worried we wouldn't get to see him at all.	Being that this is a special occassion, I got specially gussied-up. No one seemed to appreciate this.
Molly, caught in the action effect of a shutter-drag. Tonight she sports pony tails!	Sasha does that face she does when she's getting a picture taken with Martin; Martin can barely restrain his tremendous joy.
The tops of the walls, ringing the room, portrayed a mural in which dozens of viking dwarves got very, very drunk and went out into the night.	Caly arrives with her electric scarf, blinding anyone who glances at it.
Jeremy's shocked to realize he's wearing Stan Broslofski's hat.	Jarrin removes his coat with an action-sequence flourish, then leaves it on.
Molly yells (surprise, surprise) at Jeremy (again, surprise) behind the back of Will (nothing but surprises).	Jarrin winces; Caly senses danger; Bexley is lost in prosaic thought; Jordan commences to drinkin'.
Martin receives a confusing phone call while I thank God, directly, for the sauteed mushrooms and rye.	One quick phonecall later, I deliver Ursula to the restaurant as well.
This is Jordan's expression - there is only one - and this is Jordan's unfinished meat.	Uh-oh, it's that Tennessee Williams play, Night of the Cell Phones.
Zhac shows up, a good 10' taller than normal but otherwise her usual self.	What's funny is that Zhac thinks she's the one who'll look funny in these pictures. She just needs to select her company!
Scott finds it funny that so many cameras are being pointed at him - you can't see that there are five more off to the side.	Were we loud? Were we rowdy? Were we unreasonable? Our waitress actually snarled at us! She sounded like a wolverine!
Scott just can't help admiring Sasha's long, lustrous locks... playing with them... he eats some after this.	The merriment continues, conversations form, break up, reform like a big Lava Lamp lying on its side in a German restaurant.
Oh yes, you've got to toast in a German bar. We toasted everything. We toasted the hell outta everything.	Zhac wards Jarrin off with blows so powerful, you can actually see the chi flowing right out of her palms.
I'm pretty sure they're talking about me so I shot a quick from-the-table pic of these two rabblerousers.	Bexley prefers his scotch; Jordan will take a dark beer anyday; yet they're both headed towards Rome all the same.
Behind the scenes, or behind most of the backs: I think that's a cooler for wine coolers? And then Martin.	Beer, beer, we love our dark beer. Conversation goes so good with it!
Evie, Will, and a scandalized Jeremy at some point in the evening.	Zhac regards a catlike Caly, blinking contemplatively at the camera.
OMG! Sasha needs to explain something to the other end of the table right now!	Another fragment of conversation. I never did make it to the Other End of the Table.
This is how the other half lives.	This is how the other half gets silly.
Unlike our end of the table! We're toasting our own righteousness!	This must've been a pretty important moment, but I don't remember what it was.
Martin looks like he's in perpetual tension, but actually he was having a pretty good time as far as I could tell.	Yeah, I know. All the ladies love Spam.
They're plotting to knock me down and steal my camera. They don't know my camera can record thoughts, too.	Something about a few scotches and a roomful of busy activity that makes Bex a sleepy boy.
Caly decides to retaliate at the last portion of the evening; Bex dresses and eventually drives his car, completely asleep all the while.	Jeremy gets one more glance of the other waitress' ass.
Our party bundles up and slowly trundles out the door - none of us are looking forward to the cold.	Jarrin immediately claims the couch, without mercy or repent.
Yup-yup, there's Jordan's Expression again. I guess it does vary slightly!	Bexley begins the story of when he was smuggling guns out of a French-Vietnamese nightclub and ended up rescuing a trunk of gold boullion.
Sasha and Martin find a pile of coats to get cozy on.	Not satisfied with the fun quotient, Molly reaches into her Bag O' Tricks a-a-a-a-and...
Cake! Cake, for whomever wants it! Have some cake!	Martin loves it! He'd better: it's his birthday cake!
Bexley: "But what's this green stuff on the bottom?"	Ursula dresses up for a smoke break.
The alcohol's hitting Sasha about now, and "sleepy" only comes after "silly" in the dictionary, trust me...	Again, too much of a close-up: Molly forces Bexley to move over and make room on the couch.
Yup, the silliness begins.	You can see how silly it is because everybody's laughin'!
For some reason the evening degresses into a series of paddlin's.	First Molly, now it's Ursula's turn to get paddled. It went like this all night long!

Oh man, it's gonna be
one of those parties...