In the end, we estimated about 100 guests for the evening... not bad, considering the location, and the potential for bad weather. The weatherman called for 80% chance of showers (which, by the way, people loved to let us know about).
However, it should be said that out of all of our New York/American friends, not a stinkin' one of them showed up. Can you believe it? Not one! Even with a year to plan for the trip, links on the site to airlines, detailed maps to the area, and the enticement of the possibility to see a bear, none. Sigh. (The only excuse we truly accepted was Michael and Idana, who were due for their second child on the same weekend. Everyone else is guilty.)
Despite our "No Clowns" policy, it seemed that a number of clowns slipped in under the radar. Actually, a LOT of clowns. Mom and Dad decided to break the rule with flying colours by buying out all the red clown noses from every store in the city. Needless to say, the bouncers were overwhelmed.
This is Dean. Most people didn't get to meet Dean, because he couldn't get the day off work and showed up just after 8:00. He was drunk by 8:05. When Dean is drunk, he always carries a pen with him so he can write on his hand what happened throughout the evening. On one hand he writes what people did to him to confront them in the morning. On the other he writes what he did to other people, so he can apologize later. In this picture, Cheryl has stolen his pen. But Dean will never remember, because he can't write it down.
