Saturday night saw an invasion of the Bond characters that never were (and a few that never should be). A quick review:

Theme: As the title of this post suggests, Bond Villains and Femme Fatales. Pretty flippin' sweet.  Fake scars, eye patches, and a pipe adorned the bad guys, and slinky black dresses and throaty accents were abundant. A white feather boa was cool...until it shed feathers everywhere.

Booze: Pretty decent collection, considering the size of the party. The usual--Smirnoff, Captain Morgan, Coors Light--along with Bond martinis (stirred, not shaken). And the winners of a costume contest got a bottle of champagne. Classy.

Music: Nothing to write home about. Generic party music, and not very loud.

Highlights: Leftover pizza in the kitchen (the drunchies struck hard) and the secret stash of Newcastle, the nectar of the gods.

Low Points: Not much of a dance floor, which was understandable in such a tiny apartment; people who didn't dress up.

Overall Fun Factor: 4/5. Nicely done, gentlemen.