The Snog show was fun. Since it was the week of Independence Day, we hung a couple of Adbusters flags, and when the Snog folks saw them, they asked if they could have one on stage instead -- so I got them to sign the flag afterward.
The flags stayed up all week, but I doubt anyone at the club on Friday the 4th even noticed what they were: most of their projected visuals were clips from Patton and Top Gun, apparently without a hint of irony. The best part was this guy who was dancing on stage wearing stars-and-stripes sweatpants, and waving a small flag above his head... and then periodically holding that flag in front of his hips and humping it. Does that count as "desecration"? Because I think he meant it affectionately.
Saturday was complete madness. Sarah has had a hobby for quite some time, and that hobby is trying to make her coworkers vomit. Normally she does this by feeding them drinks that don't taste like there's any alcohol in them, when in fact there's hardly anything but. But this time, she and three others decided to have some kind of "puking contest", where they went outside and stuck their fingers down their throats. I am not making this up. I make no attempt to explain.
On top of that, one of the DJs put his head through the wall in the lounge. All by himself. He was very apologetic about it, but he didn't really have an answer to the question, "now what the hell did you go and do that for?"