Chicago Force rocks WindyCon!

On November 9, 2002, Chicago Force put on a room party at the 2002 WindyCon Convention, held in the Schaumberg Hyatt in, well, Schaumberg. The theme for this party was "Death Star Trash Compactor", and the room was decorated appropriately. Guests entering the room were met by the dianoga, several large pieces (to brace the walls with, perhaps?), and of course, trash.

To say that the party was a success would be an understatement. We kicked it off at about 9:30 PM, and went until the wee hours of the morning, some how managing to esacpe the wrath of the elderly couple staying next door. The room was beautifully decorated due to the diligent work put in by the Chicago Force crew. Matt, Dave, Hazmatt, Thom, Phil, Ray, Heather, Shauna and even Devon from Milwaukee were all on hand to transform a tasteful hotel room into a pit of refuse. It was surprisingly a lot of work.

All that hard work paid of, though, when people came to visit. Practically everyone that ventured into our domain complimented us on our decor and attitude and although there was no official competition for Best Party, our exit polls indicated we would have won by a landslide.

But don't take my word for it. See for yourself...

The process begins with an average hotel room.	No one could get in touch with C-3PO to open the blast doors.	Well, it LOOKS like a trash compactor...
Bob the Dianoga	The other wall. This miscellaneous drunk guy would come back to haunt us later.	We know good trash when we see it.
Ray, that is NOT a bong!	More trash.	The door, and a piece of a starship that wandered too close to the Death Star.
No flash, so you can see what the room really looked like.	Dave mixes the first batch of "Dianoga Dream".	Another shot of Bob the Dianoga. Isn't he so cute?
A toast to us!	Bobafemme. She is so sexy!	TK-895 and Bird-Man, Attorney-at-law.
Matrix Trinity and Blade.	"He did it, officer! I saw the whole thing!"	New Chicago Force recruit Hans and his lovely wife.
Bird-Man and Lara Croft.	A lovely fairy.	A Jedi pays us a visit.
Some of the lovely ladies that came to visit.	What a pair.	Me taking a picture of Trish taking a picture of........well, you get the idea.
One of our vampire friends.	I ruin everyone's night vision with a flash.	Lemme guess, purple is your natural color?
An awesome Quidditch outfit. The broom is handmade.	She took pity on Ray and let him stand next to her.	A really great Klingon.
A Klingon and Frank Zappa at the same party? What are the odds?	Remember the old Klingon proverb: "Revenge is a dish best served cold."	OK, so my flash is really bright, especially "after a few".
We beef up security.	A lull in the festivities.	Chicago Force in da hiz-ouse, &^#$&%@(*!
Ray always seems to be standing near the hot women.	Not everyone that stopped by was drunk.	The party gets jumpin'
What a difference a flash makes.	Hey, nice jacket.	A Jedi and his serving wench.
Klingon sisters.	Just as he does with Life, Matt takes the bowl by both hands and holds on tight.	Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!
Two beautiful people.	"Stop? We just got this party started!"	Bobafemme, sans gorilla head. Hey! She's hot!
A wandering theater troupe.	All hail the Centauri Republic!	Ray's past catches up with him.
Whaddya mean throw it away? You think is this trash?	Tear-down is accomplished with only a few minor glitches.	Time of death - 2:43 AM