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So, where are we going Mr. Tikistitch?

"Mmmmph mmruhgh mmbml."

The Celebration at Celebration? That ought to be cool!

The Celebration at Celebration, billed as the great Star Wars cocktail party, was designed to remind you of a carnival: full of freaks, and a complete rip-off, with $7 sandwiches and $8 cocktails (this is after we paid for the tickets).

Once inside the door, some guy screamed at us, "Blue Snaggletooth! You rock!! You're worth 300 dollars!!"

Thus began numerous requests for photographs, including numerous people, like our friends Kevin and Bob, above, who were completely unaware of who was behind the mask. Psych!

Steve Sansweet was nonplussed.

The most distinctive feature of the Celebration was a queue which wrapped around the entire ballroom--fans were spending their entire time at the party in line to get the exclusive party T-SHIRTS! Yup, those Star Wars geeks sure know how to par-tay!

But who's this over here?

Our old pal, General Grievous, making new friends!!

Boneboy, who was inside the Grievous outfit, had made the Blue Snag mask for us some years ago, and was most pleased at its debut.

"What's that, General?"

OMG, the General, fresh off his victory at the Costume Pageant, had also won the Celebration costume contest! His prize was a really big box full of something. Oooo.

A happy turn of events for all. And thus, we proceeded back to the Omin where, after Mr. Tikistitch took a frantic half hour tearing the silver tape off his legs, we retired to a nearby Irish pub for some beers. Grievous ordered a dish called, and we're not making this up, "The General's Meatloaf."