According to hushed wHispers (be sure to pronounce that ‘H’) of the hotel staff, some of the guests of years past remain there in spirit.  While we didn’t cross paths with any spectral partiers, I daresay they would have had a blast.  Your loss, ghosts.

As the Roger Williams University Seniors emerged onto the seventeenth-floor Grand Ballroom, perched atop the city itself, we were ready for them.  Matt “The Hamma” Duhamel — GB’s newest resident DJ and the winner of GrooveBoston’s “Golden Hammer” Award — was ready to rock when the fancy chandeliers dimmed.  United in dance party spirit, we embarked together on a journey of dance music.  As Pjanoo guided us through an emotional peak,  we just wiped the tears away and pressed on, letting the soothing words of House of Pain ease us back down to a manageable euphoria.  “Jump Around,” they urged, “Jump Around.” And we did.

What a night.

As we checked out the next morning, we thanked the woman at the desk, and mentioned that it had been a great party the night before.  “Party?” she replied, “our ballroom was closed in 1959… fifty years ago this week.”

Just kidding… the party was real.  I think.