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OK, so no hay windrows or converging lines in the landscape at Citypaper's Best of Baltimore 2011 party last night. Just the usual crappy techno music and cheap rail liquor, which makes it sound like a good time was not had. When indeed it was.

I was struck by how many people come to this party to pose (as my best friend Heather wryly commented about a young'un writhing enthusiastically on the dance floor, clad in a plaid flannel shirt and glittery tiara: "You don't much see that look outside the Best Of party"). So there were costumes, at the one extreme, and much more subtle posturing everywhere else. Which is why I really liked this image, where the man's face is completely whited out by the dance floor spotlights. Last night it wasn't who you are, it was what you look like.

(Confidential to bowling shirt Bud: um, sorry. I'm not usually that obnoxious, particularly when I haven't even commenced the evening's alcohol intake. Though I do prefer to think of it as "refreshingly direct").