One guy started running around with a lampshade on his head, another found a string of fairy lights to throw over his shoulders. Only to be stunned to learn that they’d stop glowing once he ran beyond the range of the lead.

The juggling was a highlight, though the unexpectedly low ceilings quickly turned the bottles being juggled into projectiles, raining down on the juggler in a haze of effervescence and regret. 

A few of the group had everyone laughing with outrageous stories. Some people who were formerly strangers became more...familiar than expected.