This week I brought my camera to Element 27 (the only event night I will reliably turn out for) at the behest of my friend, DJ Siberia. She was visiting from Madison, WI, this week and was given a guest spot to spin some noise at us. I've always enjoyed her sets, so I was excited about this special treat.

Pictures of her spinning are located on the second half of this page, after the event night in general. Yes, as long as I had my camera with me, I felt there was little harm in drinking a lot and taking pictures of everything in the area.

Jennifer and Eric are willing to hold still and pose while I set up my camera's settings for the night...	Skaht and Caly confer about events to come.
Angela, Rusty, and Karen chill out and begin to relax with friends.	Karen and Zara giggle and play with the contents of a purse. Such girls.
Joel just laughs and encourages finger-gun violence in Angela.	Rusty! I only seem him at events like this, and then only during the blue moon.
Oh no! Eric and this other guy are wearing the same shirt from the same obscure online radio station! What are the odds!?	Zara seems charmed by whatever line Joel's feeding her, here at Club Blade Runner.
Shutter-drag effect of my friends at their table.	The mystery is unveiled: Caly, Karen, Joel, and Zara.
Angela, posing, as I learn the secret of not having people pose before reflective surfaces.	Hee, she looks very cute and anime in this. She has great style.
Claire, Jennifer, and Angela agree to hold still for one shot, and I'm grateful.	It's Joel! He hates most pictures of himself! Yeah!
A pensive me, a grudgingly pleased Carrie, and an entirely distracted Rusty. This is where the magic starts.	Resident artist plies his wares in one corner of the room.
DJ Feare and DJ Noise park off to the side and talk shop.	Console lights
DJ Noise casts a watchful eye o'er the masses, while DJ Nitrogen refreshes himself briefly.	Successful Group Shot! Jarrin, Andi, Caly, Rusty, Cali, Scott, Matt, and Carrie.
Zara tells me to go and look "sexy", so obviously I look very confused.	We try again, and I assume a fighting stance. Close!
Joel poses by some structure. I decide that I have no talent for making anyone pose anywhere.	Karen poses by the same structure, and I appreciate how very patient my friends are with me.
Aww, Zara and Karen are friends!	Karen definitely has a question for Zara after this.
Zara takes her revenge by making Karen pose with me. This is some of the inexplicable furniture they have in the VIP Lounge.	Caly: "What's that on your neck?" Martin: "What neck?"
Karen and Angela are actually dancing in front of the AC, but it looks like they're fighting for dominance.	See? They're friends, they actually get along fine.
Posing in front of the AC has its own measure of hazards and entertainment.	A better shot for the other two, but apparently I've been blinded with science or something.
Okay, if you take selections of each of us from each shot, you could compile one really excellent picture.	Angela demonstrates the fabled Hand-Staple-Forehead emblematic of our scene.
Zara and Karen share a very personal and funny joke. Or one of them sneezed on the other.	Trevor and Angela pause in their revelry for a commemorative shot.
Beth, Caly, Cali, and Scott hang out in the midst of the action.	Joel poses his right side, just to see; Angela is almost completely obliterated from the shot.
Joel tries out his left side; Angela only blocks out her own mouth.	He fakes back to the right, and she is happily unobscured.
Oh no! Cali's turn to tolerate the request for pose!	She weathers it in all good grace and soon enough it is over.
Someone is explaining something very important to Carrie; she looks for a small gun she's hidden in her collarbone.	Karen, Jamie, and Angela line up, probably by height. That was clever of them.
Now I can't discern the sequence at all. Maybe this was just a joke played on me.	Here, our individual outlooks come through: I'm all posing and "into it", and Matt wishes he were somewhere slightly off to the side.
Oh, this is wonderful. Thank you Joe, this will be very useful someday.	Okay, much better, we all look very pleasant and happy now.
As the night wears on we all slowly lose control of our facial muscles.	Angie is explaining something very important to Skaht, at the top of her lungs.
Now she looks much more relaxed, despite Skaht attempting to open the Puzzle Box.	I'm looking a bit worse for the wear, but Angie accepts me regardless.
So many things seem like a good idea at the bottom of a bottle. I'm not proud.