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The stage was set. The multi-colored dance lights danced perfectly amongst the accentuated palm leave sillouettes. Lepracaun's were everywhere. The garage was a brilliant hue of chilled-out tones. The kegs awaited. And then, the sun went down. The most hyped event in recent history was about to occur. What happened next was a blurry, messy, chaotic, and drama-filled affair with about 100 people packed into the Casa. There were the usual familiar faces, but what made this night interesting were the faces we didn't recognise. Word of the party spread far and wide. One could gather that the word spread to the ghetto because the thugs were out in full force. A conglomerate of mystery men had added an uneasy feeling to this intriguing affair. Unfortunatly, a hand-full of fucks had put a bit of a sour on the night after causing various disturbances and showing a lack of respect towards the Casateer's. The party didn't go exactly as planned, but then again, does any large party go exactly as planned? You can debate on and on how you could have made the party better, but in the end, I had a blast and so did just about everybody. I don't really think it's a real party without the drama and the problems. Granted, it would have been very nice without it but I just think it adds a bit of an intriguing flair to it. The various nuances of the night will be talked about for years.....the good and the bad.