I can't wait to read the web server statistics next month... you may recall that the 2005 incarnation of this event had an effect that was non-negligible.

Last time, the club smelled like rotting milk for close to three months after the event, because the chocolate went down the drains, turned to glue, and then the milk in it rotted. It was truly foul. No amount of cleaning product would make it go away; I think we ended up having the drains snaked out from the street.

My henchmen assure me that there is a Plan this time, and that Everything Will Be Fine.

One of the girls had dreadlocks. Think about that.