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The black-tie affair was an absolute blast, though finishing the night at Charlie’s meant that my tux smells like a thousand-dollar ash tray. Pictures were taken, and I’m sure they’ll show up shortly.

Phil and I hacked our own separate hacking yesterday, and I was only mildly confounded by Peter’s continuing breakneck pace — much of the code I was working with still operates in materially the same fashion.

Tyla did more Boston-touristing, so at least one of us is getting out to enjoy the city. I had hoped to cheat a little and see some sights with her on Monday, but it looks like I’ll be on the phone and IRC getting tinderbox working. That’s OK, because we really do need something like this in place, and it is, like, my job, but I think Tyla’s a little disappointed that I don’t get to wander around with her. At least she seems to be liking Boston.