I was so fried from the drive, the hurricane, and being back home that I couldn't think straight. And like someone else said, finding a particular Pyrate there was like trying to spot the black Harley at bike week :) Once or twice I saw a likely looking group, but chickened out before saying anything. I was having a bad time with inconsiderate a-holes anyway and didn't chance it.
At any rate, here's what I was wearing, day one. Day two was the same, sans chemise :)
Saturday