Oh, miracle of all miracles! This past Thursday, after a wrathful midday thunderstorm here in NYC, the skies cleared up, the music started playing, and readers and writers alike came out to celebrate the mysterious event known only as Miracle Day.
Thanks to our friends at STARZ, our guests—which included a number of high-profile techies, Gawker Media Editors, and our favorite starred commenters—whiled the night away, sipping champagne and eating eternity-worthy canapés served by masked waiters.
The walls of Gawker HQ were lined with posters announcing Miracle Day, and according to eyewitness reports, one enthusiastic guest made off with one as a party favor—which, hey, is totally cool. It's all about getting the message out there, right?
Other attendees were treated to survival kits, which were packed with everything one would need to get by in case of global disaster, namely flashlights, water guns, stress balls, fortune cookies (some said things like: "Congratulations, you will live forever!") and Ever-Lasting Gobstoppers (get it, get it ?).
As the evening wore on and the ice sculpture melted, guests turned their conversations away from how decadent the honey-glazed burgers and truffle spring rolls were, and focused their attention on the setting sun. A toast was made thanking STARZ and Torchwood: Miracle Day for alerting us to a monumental event and we all clinked our glasses, thankful that it wasn't really the end—yet.