[Kelly Killoren Bensimon]

Of course the crowd was a varied group at Rick's Cowboy Café, where tons of hampsters rocking torn tee shirts and unwashed tresses mingled with preppy dudes in button downs and pastel pants. Models clung to the arms of bearded and mustachioed men and super tan locals drank as much PBR as humanly possible. An eclectic mix of high and low, it seemed the only real trend of the night was visible intoxication, as was the case for the poor dude who fell between the docks, knocking himself unconscious and filling his mouth with blood. Luckily Ben Watts was there to save the day, providing some first aid, and a bottle of water, for the injured.

At around 6 PM, the first reports of party related traffic were reported, apparently by customers who mistakenly thought that Rick's Crabby Cowboy would be open for dinner on the night of their biggest party. With stragglers wandering in the road from their car to the party through all hours of the night, no one was happy with driving conditions in the general region of Shark Attack Sounds. Heavy traffic did not die down until way past midnight, when all partiers had departed to the next stop of the night, which was unofficially declared to be Ruschmeyer's.