The ball was fantastic, and that’s all I can really say on the matter. This was my second year at Ecoms, and I must say that this year topped last year despite the fact that we missed the pre-drinks.
Security was extra tight this year with a whole heap of blacklights and fluorescent powders and so on to stop “good time piracy” dead in its tracks. I understand that Good Time Piracy is as serious as video game or musical piracy these days, which is something to be concerned about. All those Good Time Pirates probably have a better time than us regular paying schlubs because they have the “I’m getting away with it” thrill to boot. Damn pirates.
My mask won some kind of prize, which is interesting. I suppose I was one of few people who put effort into their masks (seeing as how mostly everyone just bought a mask from a toy store or something), but I dunno... I look kinda like Domo Kun. That’s a good thing, though. The rest of the night was a flurry of suit and skin, breasts and dancing. A good time was had by all, and I won’t hear otherwise.