Oh man, you missed out. They had all-you can-eat finger sandwiches and an open bar at the last one. We got Wolfowitz so smashed, we had him doing the limbo to Aerosmith...
I'd send you the pictures, but the neocon cabal would have to kill me.
I got my invites mixed up, and ended up at the World Bondage and Submission Congress instead.
What a bummer. A red welted one, in fact.