A molasses flood killed 21 people in Boston in 1919. I did a couple of tours while I was in Bean Town and learned all about the American Revolution and other interesting hysterical facts, but I find myself stuck on the molasses.
We had a big conference, which was fun, as we were the Belles of the Ball. Everyone was talking about our product. Also, we sponsored a big party. When Bill and I walked in, we saw drag queens and glow sticks, and these are not harbingers of great success for an IT party. In fact, they’re grounds for abject terror. I’m not sure how exactly it ended up being a great night. I’m prepared to credit the booze.
Photos to the side.
ToDo: Invent Brilliant Title 
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