Somewhere around this time we realized that Shane and the rest of the group (of about 10 other people) had totally disappeared on us. I think our dancing embarrassed them and they just plain fucking left us.
From L to R: Shane the birthday boy, Crazy (yes, his name is Crazy), Sammy and me. After hanging out at this place for a while, Shane, who was tired from moving all day, called it a night.
