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It's amazing what you take away from a spree like that. In the spirit of Rashomon, I must swear that in fact the trenchant points of the night were--
1. The photographer never gets into the shot.

2. Ten years gone makes for bigger guts and gray mullets.

It was a hoot in any event.

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