Photos: Apocalypse WOW.

I’m not one to be over-dramatic (barring the hissy fits I’ve been known to throw when someone disses Robyn…I mean, COME ON), but if the world does indeed come to an end this year, I might be able to accept my fate with grace, knowing that I had one last sweat-soaked liquor-lubricated grind-fest with a dance floor full of D.C.’s coolest queers.

Three hundred of you took over DC9 with a vengeance, shaking your collective booty to the grooves of reliably rad DJs Alex DB and Coach Vee until the wee hours of Martin Luther King Day morning. What else did you do?

You got your face painted.

You played Twister.

You twirled.

You canoodled.

You broke it down.

You flirted.

You made ambiguous hand gestures.

You showed off your style.

You SHAVED OUR LOGO INTO YOUR HEAD.

In short, you rocked. Want to see more photos? Check 'em out here.

Thanks for coming out for a good time, and stay tuned for our next big bash!