It was hot. It was sweaty (really, really sweaty). It was dance-y. If you didn't go, you were probably the only person who wasn't there because that bar was packed from the front door all the way to the back. I guess nothing makes people want to get drunk and warm like a quarter of an inch of snow on the ground. Photos by me and Scott Beseler. Click here to go to CityBeat's full gallery and here to go to Scott's (he has more).