Later, it was department happy hour at the Elysian. Our table in the back wasn't large enough to contain the masses that arrived to partake in the festivites. Although this seemed to overwhelm the waitress, we all got used to it and survived.
After the happy hour broke up Carolyn, Elanor, and I tried to meet some other people, but they'd already called it a night. We ended up at Barca for a drink, by way of a quick survey of the very-crowded Purr (which took over the space formerly occupied by the Bad Juju.). I think it's a gay-interest bar, but based on our short stay (there was nowhere to sit), and the general make-up of the Capitol Hill bar scene, it was hard to tell.
