The usual stuff for us, which was good because we were all brain dead from Thursday's all-nighter (more about that later). While we were eating, a party organizer came in with a contract saying he thought we would be playing 8:30-12:30 (instead of 9-12), and Nick gave him the "these are not the droids you are looking for." We played 9-12.
Adam J filled in for Pete. I wish I could think of more to say, but nothing's coming to me.
