It was hot. It was sweaty (really, really sweaty). It was dance-y. If you didn't go, you were probably the only person who wasn't there because that bar was packed from the front door all the way to the back. I guess nothing makes people want to get drunk and warm like a quarter of an inch of snow on the ground. —- Photos by me and Scott Beseler. Click here to go to CityBeat's full gallery and here to go to Scott's (he has more).
