Ant widens the circle of his friends (or is it the other way around). Pete Hay, referring to Ant as his Ant B!, informs Ant that it's time to leave.
How did I miss that Burt Lo was wearing a King Crimson shirt? Excellent!
Lincoln Stoller wishes he had a King Crimson shirt.
Daniel L'Hommedieu, Mark Johnson and Sara Tewolde, of OPNET fame, pose for a pic.
Peter Klimon helps Debbie lean back for a better view of the hotel's chandeliers.
Julien Feasson dons the hat of a true desperado.
Little do Laurent "Bart Noir" Ribardiere and Brendan "Eagle Eye" Coveney know what's in store for them at the Western Party tonight.
Kira Buffington and Mike "Sent back in time to protect the world from the evils of Rogaine" Erickson board the party bus.
Bill DesJardin asks me, "Will you make my wife give me my hat back?" Sorry Bill, it looks better on her.
Doug Davis doesn't quite make it out of range before my deadly aim misses him almost entirely.
Melinda and Sonic enjoy a Fist Full of Margaritas. Or was that For a Few Margaritas More?
Brendan and _ enjoy a couple of senoritas, which are much more intoxicating than those margaritas.
Laurent obviously prefers a woman without a sheep skull stuck in her ear.
Carin Taraleskof, Doris Beaulieu and Stacey Blaney look like they're having a great time in the Old West.
Marie heads back to the bar for a refill on her water. Water!? This is the Old West! That should be Old Redeye Whiskey!
Dann Jones deals a good hand...
The shirt might have been a bit of a give away though.
Brendan's wager? He bets everything that he's never been portrayed as a Leprechan in a calendar component. He loses the bet. (Check the 4D Components CD.)
Jean-Yves Fock-Hoon appears to have his telephoto lens focused.
The 4D community is filled with handsome, sexy men.
Martha Leary was only in the bar to help loosen her up for the upcoming limbo competition.
The Marshall calls out the desperadoes who shot the Deputy.
"He canna be talkin' about me, huh. Aye, I shot the Sheriff, but I dinna shoot the Deputy!"
He doesn't look innocent to me!
And the Deputy doesn't think so either.
"Here's the one you're lookin' for Marshall!"
Debbie guards those bandanas with the ferocity of a 4D developer guarding their Universal bag.
Lincoln thought someone said "Old Western Mongolia". Oh well, he looks marvelous in any case.
"Thar she blows!" Sorry, wrong set.
A banker's work is never done. It's a good thing the bear was there to guard the money.
Alas, the bear was hibernating when Mike "I'm not Butch" Jablonski makes off with the loot.
John Andrews, _ and Jim Collar, the Footprints Gang, head out of the bar for some fresh air.
Who took my camera!? Oh well, since I'm here...
Charles Newcomb and I both seem happy even though someone is walking off with my camera.
Ah ha! The culprit. Well at least it was another Tom.
Other developers look on in horror as a UFO lands on John Foster's head. Fortunately it's too small to carry John off into space.
Peek-a-boo Irene!
Brendan walks onto the dusty street, gun in hand, ready to do what he needs to do to keep the town full of 4Ders safe.
So, he shoots the barmaid. For some reason she doesn't seem to notice.
"She wouldn't have stayed standing if I had a bigger gun." Sure Brendan, it must be the cold.
No one knew it was going to be "that" kind of party.
Doug von Roeder, Justin Leavins and I mutter, "Hmmmm... Whips."
Margie and Brendan bust a groove on the dance floor.
Brendan Coveney, master of the air guitar!