So here is I, at a party at the house of some folks who are friends and/or mutual acquaintances. The blonde on the right would be aerinys, who I don't get to see enough of. The brunet at the left is Aviva, who I haven't seen enough of in years. The blue-haired fellow, Will, emanates a powerful sleep ray when vexed: if you think aerinys and I look tired, you should see the guy off-camera to the right: he's still in a coma. I am pleased by this photo of me. I look... well. I've been losing weight, and it shows. A very amusing party. Part of the party that amused me hugely was being mistaken for someone else by a cute fellow named Mark; this involved a large hug, and about 1/2 hour of this stranger following me around the party, bumming smokes, chatting me up a bit clumsily while I waited for a friend from where I lived to get out the door so I could head home. On reflection, I think Mark was hitting on me: misrecognizing me as Ethan who he knew from Burning Man seems unlikely. However, you can go here to see a photo of Mark-the-confused; he would be the gentleman having difficulty keeping his shirt on.