drag ball was fun, though, at least when i left, it'd proved to be more show than dance. of course, when you open the doors half an hour late... was fun. the place looked awesome. there were people i didn't recognize after they got into drag. got pulled off reception and put into the kitchen, instead, so i wouldn't have to deal with sorting out who was 86ed, which was fine with me. happy joyce. dead fucking tired dance. there will be sleep soon, oh yes.