It was, this is from 14 years ago, a formal dinner that you brought your wife/girlfriend/significant other to so the big wigs could fill you full of the kool aid with statements like "I'd like to welcome our newest class of millionaires". Enjoy it because unless things have really changed it is one of only 2 or 3 nights that they sprung for a hotel room. Then it's off to the crash pad for training.