Ho.  Ly.  Crap.

One hundred and ninety-five pictures on the camera (I'm not sure how many of those are good ones yet, probably about half). Forty-one prints sold.

I'm surprised the batteries held out. They went straight into the chargers when I got home so I could get through charging everything back up for Skank tonight.

It was utter madness. I had a continuous line-up that never seemed to be less than eight people deep right to the end. There were lots of group shots, and I went through multiple pages of the release form. Every time I went out for a smoke it was tough because the people in the line would just slump, but going out for a smoke was the only way to get a break and do any socializing at all. People were at me non-stop. When Elaine made the excellent call to bail in a hurry just before closing to beat all the people from all the bars so we'd have some hope of catching a cab home (it took forty-five minutes to get one on the way out, and neither waiting an hour on the street nor was, having done it once, schlepping all my gear home on foot was an attractive option), the people who were still in line were not happy.

All in all, though, it was a fun, successful night with lots and lots of happy customers.