“We just went to the Drago Party at the Seattle Glassblowing Studio,” Party Crasher reports from the Party Bus. “It was the hippest and most party-like of all. Lots of faux mink coats and interesting hairstyles, several white people with dredlocks — what more do you need for a party?” As they were leaving Drago’s place, he says, a lot of Party Bus riders could be seen shoving Coronas into their pockets and carrying out double-fists of cake.

A white-bread guy in a suit saw them and shouted, “You guys keep on rockin!”

Then they went to the Casey Corr party at T.S. McHugh’s, which was “maudlin,” said Party Crasher. When Party Crasher announced he was from The Stranger, he was confronted by Corr’s brother, who demanded to know whether Party Crasher supports this paper’s stance on Corr. Ever the good guest, Party Crasher dodged, saying simply that he is a journalist whose main concern is reporting on the quality and timbre of parties. Still, he said, “The general mood after I identified myself was hateful and teeth-bared.”

Some of the Party Bus riders then asked to have their picture taken with Corr. His response: “I don’t think so.”

“So now, we are going into the Mirabeau, where we are wanted,” Party Crasher said.