Big Night

The cook was concerned.

Jeffrey dreamed of good fun. 

Reed had had a hard day. 

Then bring on the wine, said Paulie Mack.

God bless us every one, Bob said more than once. 

What fun! We arranged ourselves in lines... 

... not neglecting the vertical.

Still, the general fellowship was excellent. 

In spite of Peter's last place finish... 

... he was still a favorite. 

Quite a favorite. 

Russ had a message for The Deleted One 

And so the evening ended with a little Texas Hold'em 

The owner of the magazine wasn't quite sure who this was.  

The breakfast table is turned, I suppose you could say. 

Beautiful picture: What's not to like? 

Larry and I are gone, but everyone is smiling. 

Two athletic women and two appropriate uniforms. 

Three athletic females, one uniform suitable for displaying athleticism. 

Reading poetry while holding a cup of the pure Hippocrene. 

Lookers flock to Column*Which, but will they linger to lurk? 

Was this what Kipen had in mind? 

Or was it THIS?!