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HAPPY TETRIS-OWEEN TO YOU. 

Despite being mistaken for Rubik's cubes for half the night, it was quite the popular costume, I must say, and rife for party stranger sexy innuendo ("Now you just need a green piece to fit into you." slurs the Irishman). Not pictured: we walked around playing the Tetris theme-song all night, mini-ipod-speakers hidden in Kirsten's splendiferous rack.