DNA Lounge Robartenders

They had a little contest Sunday night at DNA Lounge, as laid out in this little notice:

My oldest step-daughter had listed us for tickets, so we went to the door expecting her to be the bouncer.  She was not.  In her place was our youngest step-daughter who, unbeknownst to us had wheedled her way into DNA Lounge’s good graces, no doubt on the oldest’s recommendation.  My wife did not recognize her, even as she was stamping her hand.

Not the strangest thing we saw that evening, by half.  The most complete full-assed was a cam-driven mai tai mixin’ machine:

In the half-assed category was this conveyor belt-driven mixing machine¹. They had some trouble getting it to be reliable before I got my margarita, spilling onto the belt when the stepper motor miscounted(!).  The belt-and-suspenders approach would have a drain gutter, instead of the arrogant “we don’t need not stinkin’ steenkeeng gutters” approach.

This contraption was also quite good, except the ingredients were dispensed from a single spout, leading to cross-contamination of the ultimate product.

This rocketship did not dispense any fuel while I was watching.  It did have dry ice for steam, though.

By the time I got to this LEGO robot, it was all blurry.

Not really sure why.

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¹ They actually were working on it the night before, which may explain it.

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