Last Saturday, I attended Mixologi’s “A Private Affair” party at Blackwell Files in the city where everyone discovered the secret to arriving on time: open bar and free food while it lasts. It felt like a house party (DJ and sweaty dancing included), and was the perfect way to end an 82° day in San Francisco. #gallery-15656-1 { margin: auto; } #gallery-15656-1 .gallery-item { float: left; margin-top: 10px; text-align: center; width: 33%; } #gallery-15656-1 img { border: 2px solid #cfcfcf; } #gallery-15656-1 .gallery-caption { margin-left: 0; } /* see gallery_shortcode() in wp-includes/media.php */
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