Kryptonite, magic, and champagne headaches.

So, the other night, after Jamie and I spent a couple of weeks planning, bribing, buying, and a full day decorating the crew bar, we hosted the previously mentioned "Greatest Party In The History of Everything." Originally, this was just going to be a big party thrown by us with no real theme except that it was our party. On the posters, we told people to come dressed as their hero, because parties here seem to work best when people have to get into it to begin with. People took that to mean it would be a superhero party, and we just gave into that idea. Any idea we had in that direction, we did. See that picture above? That's a full-on Bat Signal at the edge of the dance floor, next to the DJ booth where I ran the music. It was attached to a spotlight and people could throw the signal all over the room. Next to this...
Was a four-foot tall ice sculpture of Superman. The flash doesn't do justice to the lighting we set up (with a good deal of help)... and we had a video projector silently running "Superman Returns" in a loop on the wall behind me, which was the opposite end of the dance floor from the Bat Signal. One end of the room we walled off into the "VIP Batcave" which contained couches, champagne, flowers, candles, and a 30-inch video feed of the rest of the party from a camera we mounted in the ceiling. Two other video projectors lit the room with crazy random music-following light shows from my laptop, and the bar was covered by this crazy skyline thing Jamie made. The walls were made into several giant comic book panels people could take pictures in, and a lot of people who never dress up for parties dressed for this one. Of course, the cast always dresses...

Jamie's hero? Ron Burgundy. He was going to be Batman, but good luck with that... so Ron it was. Below - Trey (from the lounge duo), Jamie and I pose for a picture early in the party, before I spilled champagne all over my S. The ultimate tribute? Two of the dancers in the cast came as... me and Jamie. They asked to borrow our pipes, and we didn't know why... we thought ... I don't know what we thought. I think they look just like us, don't you?
I don't have the right pictures to do justice to this party... but ask, and I have stories. Here's a view inside the VIP room. We got a LOT of good champagne, and though it is not my favorite I was responsible for guzzling a good bit of it. If you can't read the wall, it says "Don and Jamie welcome all of you to CLUB WESTERDON's VIP Lounge...especially the ladies..."

Giggity, giggity, giggity, goo, indeed. Yesterday, when we were both awake in our beds silently nursing champagne hangovers, we agreed that we had done well. Now, to avoid the crew bar for a good long while. Today was Sorrento, and more pangs of last year.