First, proof that we were, in fact, on a boat.
Loveliest person I know and myself before the ball. I think that she looks fucking fabulous in the wig, as did everyone else, but she's just not having it.
Is she wrong, or is she wrong?
Two of my other totally foxy friends, partying like it's 1928. Words are not enough to convey the levels of badass achieved here.
I don't really know this kid, but he seems nice enough and we share far too many mutual friends for me to assume him anything other than awesome. Also, this is the only photo in which I am not making a ridiculous face.
More of my beloveds looking schweet.
The band. They came on at around 8:30 and didn't stop until we all had to leave the boat. In short, they were gods.
A friend and myself failing to get the attention of the barman at the afterparty. I don't know who took this picture, actually, but I do appreciate them giving a shot of my shoes.
Now, get out there and enjoy your Fridays, beautiful people!