Well, it was a somewhat insane, but (and?) fun night here. (Maybe Bat Goddess or Curmudgeon will elaborate)

They had these glow-in-the-dark Guinness thingies, and people found some very creative things to do with them. Dancers (who managed to NOT knock any mic stands over) stuffed them in bras and jeans (in the area where the zipper would normally be zipped).

There were pipers. 5 of 'em, with 2 drummers, bass and snare. They arrived downstairs while the band was on upstairs. The band went on break and the pipers came upstairs, moving to the area right in front of the stage. (I'm thinking "Oh shit - kill the mics NOW!!!") They didn't know "Farewell to the Creeks." Oh well.

There was also a capo on a mandolin - something I hadn't seen before! (Well, I'd never seen a glow-in-the-dark crotch before, but that was hardly surprising, given the mood of the night.)