Rumped Out

Yes, there was a Rumpus. The sound system was incredible, more so than last year. Our six (!) DJs kept the music flowing until something like 4.30am. There was much dancing. And smoke from the smoke machine.
There was a Paris Hilton wall, a grid of Paris images with pens available for graffiti purposes. Paris had much to say during the night. I hope to bring excerpts from the Paris wall in due course because a lot of it was gloriously funny.
The Rumpletron did its thing, we had three tribes on the go this year but the Rumpletron was doing no better than chance on the genders. It is from 1981, not the smartest piece of software.
There was a scary guardian stove at the front door. This may have been my favourite thing about the party and it wasn’t even in the party.
I met some cool people, danced like a crazy person, ate too much chocolate, drank just the right amount of beer, and generally had an ace time. It was a good Rumpus. Tribe Swashbuckler rules.
More on the Rumpus:
Kate mentions her highlights
Nick does extensive writeup
Miz Foxy describes getting into the whip action.
Mash affirms the braggadocio
Adrexia keeps is short and to the point
D3vo tells you to come get free beer.
[added]Sproke got a wee bit drunk