Those of you who were there may have noticed that we were an eight-breasted rock machine this time round - Marni couldn't make it due to some unfortunate cirumstances involving estate agents, so a leopard clad Mr. Peepers stepped in and saved the day while each Tit present took a turn on vocals. (DD did Cherry Bomb and Succubus, Kitty rocked Iron Nipples and Thanks for the Mammaries, Synthia sashayed through Transitional Man and This is a Bust, while Titania ripped through Titillation and Diva Breakdown.)

Some of the finer moments of the evening included DD hailing a cab in an outfit so tiny that even the bystanding northerners felt chilly, Kitty's Spinal Tap moment when her heel snagged on her nightie, the fierce dirty looks we got from a couple of the girls when we arrived, and the guy who said "I wanted to headbang but the people behind me wouldn't let me!"

Ralph and the Ralphettes took mighty fine care of us, Shakes were kind enough to help us out of a jam and let us borrow their guitar amp, and we danced until 5am. Class.

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