We playin' naked Twister back in my hotel...
The clock strikes twelve so to speak; no one actually cares what time it is. The spliced, the un-spliced, and everyone (and thing) in-between is decked out in their finest - which may just be scraps or a potato sack, apparently, but don't they look nice?
The Kashmir Restaurant has been tidied up beautifully. Inside, most of the glass and loose floorboards have been swept away, and the decorations are so lavish and stunning no one seems to care about the whole place looking not unlike a bomb went off in there. They're far too busy sippin' champagne and noshing on nautical-themed hors d'oeuvres.
And, why yes, that is an ice sculpture of Neptune next to the buffet.
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