Aaaaaaaaand WELCOME to Prom 3, where the pillows are labelled for your convenience! Please feel free to take advantage of all the other amenities your hotel has to offer.

For example, there's the attic in the bathroom. I don't think I've ever seen that in a hotel room bathroom before.

Also you will note that the mirrors were situated at an inadequate elevation for a person of my stature, which is a polite way of saying they were practically underground. They were doing renovations on the hotel while we were there, however. Perhaps the mirrors will be adjusted as part of the renovation.

Now that's what I call top-notch roof security!

They also plan to raise the smoke detectors so that tall people don't have to duck and weave around them.

PinkLady may be asleep in this photo, but that's okay because Sparemeister is awake enough for both of them.

The party's not rockin' until the Blokus comes out! I would've played, but they already had four players. Also note, in the foreground, what has to be the thickest Bloody Mary ever.

Those of you who really like curtains, beer, and feet will find this photo contains a little bit of everything for you. I'm not sure why I took this picture, but the tub of beer reminds me that I spent much of the night tossing ice cubes at people. Also there was a discussion about what a D&D character's dexterity score would have to be in order for him to teabag himself. The general consensus was 30. If anyone finds a way to slip that detail into an actual D&D campaign, feel free, but I don't want to know about it.

What do you think? Is it me? I don't think it's me. I'm not a big hat person.

Moose in the house! Moose in the house! Moose in the house!

On the right, group hug. On the left, jelloboi appears to have traded in his arms for bad implants.

The view from our room, complete with renovation scaffolding right outside the window and plastic-wrapped windows obscuring the scenic climate control units on the roof below us. Never thought I'd be nostalgic for the view of the corpse grove. (That was at a Philly meet, for those keeping track.)

Frosted Flake Football. I think FFF competition used to be real popular as filler material in the UHF bands, back in the days before digital.

The bottle in question contains Aqua Velva.

When the car flips, the "Student Driver" sign will be aligned correctly. It's impossible to tell from the photo, but there were two figures in the back seat, and they were both crash test dummies. That would not instill me with confidence if I was in the car.

When driving straight just isn't good enough.

Ducks!

Also, modern art camoflaged by infrastructure.

Brunch, the time-honored KoL meet tradition. The television was plugged into the ceiling, but other than that I have no sarcastic remarks to make about the place. Eating here was a good choice.

Lisslar and Sparemeister spend a quiet moment with their good friend Abraham Lincoln.

Sparemeister then underwent a satanic transformation.

The hat doesn't work on me sideways, either.

The Quest For The Holy McMuffin.

"Hey, don't take a picture of me when I'm talking to you!"

Sparemeister acquired the Holy McMuffin while Roux was distracted by me, and benefited from the Crumbs Of Constitution.

This picture was taken on Deer Park Drive, across from the Deer Park Office Center. For those of you who drink Deer Park water, take a good look. This is where they mine the water from.

You can see two or three of the literally dozen signs for the Mattress Warehouse Sale that were located directly in front of the Mattress Warehouse. I am not an advertising expert, but it's my understanding that effective advertising involves spreading the word of your business over a wide area, not concentrating all your advertising efforts on your own front lawn.

I tried to get a picture of Sparemeister right under the light so I could make a fairly obvious comment about him having a bright idea, but none of the pictures really came out that well, so here's a general picture of people milling about Roux's room as they await a sushi trip.

We spent a good deal of time speculating what the alternate arrangements might be. Perhaps a dumpster used by the work crews during the renovation efforts would be filled to serve as a makeshift pool. Or maybe the gutter out back thawed and people could swim in the snowmelt. Maybe they would simply plastic wrap and flood a room that already had water damage and let people enter via the bathroom attic. So many possibilities. To my knowledge nobody actually bothered to ask.

The mirrors in the elevator were better situated than the mirrors in the room. I brushed my teeth and combed my hair in the elevator Sunday morning as a result.

When it's time for your horse to retire, please visit Potomac Horse Center. They provide a fun supportive atmosphere, birthday parties for ponies, and boarding (presumably not of the water variety). See also Adhesives.

When at the hotel, please visit the gift shop, now with a metric fuckton of Obama merchandise. Because seriously, who the hell is going to stock up on Holiday Inn merchandise? No one, that's who.

Tealsac watches as Roux presents Rutabega with a cheap toaster. It's like a scene right out of The Price Is Right. Please note that I am NOT comparing Roux to Drew Carey.

This hat is even less me. I should just give up on the whole hat thing.

Sparemeister was trying to give me the finger here, and somehow messed it up. I swear I'm not making that up.

I don't know what's going on here, but it looks bad.

No comment on this one, either.

The KOL PROM banner, which shows up at each prom meet, though the Official Photographer didn't make it this time. I'm only posting this to show the banner. The people in the photo don't matter at all. (Now, having said that, do you think the police will be able to identify my remains from my dental records, or not?)

Apparently, renovations cost. Next year we should find a cheaper hotel.

Shop smart. Shop S-Mart.

This is H-Mart. Feel free to avoid it.

Left lane must go left. Right lane can go anywhere they fucking well want to.

An odd thing to find hanging from a telephone pole...

The Kingdom Of Loathing Hat Exchange. FREE HAT!

And I thought the view out our room was bad...

I like this photo.

I wonder if this is the Potomac Horse Center. Look, horsies! MOO! No, wait, that's not right...

Ha ha! You got pulled over and I didn't!

MrGreenSmiling caught this one. It's kind of a bad combination when your two big selling points are "Fresh-Prepared Foods" and "Live Bait."

When I first glanced at this while driving, I thought the last line said Pork Speedway. I'm not sure what that little insight into my mental processes says about me, but there you go.

I normally try to end my photosets with some picture that wraps things up or encapsulates the meet as a whole, but this time, I've decided to just go for a cheap laugh. See you in Philly!