A Hag Ball

Stephanie Smith celebrated her birthday here at the Center of the Universe on Pink Saturday 1996. It was, well, festive. There were probably on the order 50 people from all over the country, and since Canaja is sovereign (temporarily), from several countries too.

Obviosuly, not everybody who attended is in these pictures.

THAT'S BECAUSE NOT EVERYBODY SENT ME COPIES OF THEIR PICTURES!!!

My gratitude to Mod Bob for the k00lishous black and whites, and Ellen Evans for the Polaroids.

The guest of honor. Late.

Bake, bakeder, or bakedest. Buggy, that is. Stephie, or course, looks like a bombshell.

Who let this annoying gnome in the door? Somebody get a salt shaker and make it go away.

"Sleeveless in San Francisco" Season and Splat romantically take in the waning daylight hours on The Balcony.

Can you believe that J. Edgar Hoover made it too? He's really a swell kind of guy. Honest. Even if he likes those pearls. Faithful to the finish, Clyde takes his boss' cue and dresses for the crowd too.

Charlie Fulton, who is in reality Clyde Tolson, is schmoozing with his beard. It practically looks believable.

Sammie "the dismantler" Foss. Dig those groovy chaps.

Actually a pretty damn good picture of Ken Rudolph, J. Edgar Hoover's bookie.

Derik Cowan, manning the DJ booth.

Clyde has probably had a bit much at this point.

Your intrepid host doing what he does best: uncorkulating.

Ayana Craven and Season on the Balcony.

The closest thing this party had resembling the DC "pile". Sammie, Ann and Ned take a snooze after The Shorning.

Clyde Tolson can't do this with his eyes open, though from the distance that those prying camaras for the National Enquirer shot, you probably wouldn't be able to tell.

Head above the crowd, Nelson and Ayana take in dusk.

"Arne, for crimes against the Jewish People, you are hereby sentenced have your head shaved, and remember frighteningly little in the morning."

Quit giggling! This is serious!