Party of the Year
The last sign of the new years bash would have to be the gratuitious platic cup of beer I just found in the mailbox. Other than that, we survived it well, with few minor nicks here and there (both to persons and house), and a bizzare red stain on the wall where dj t.spaceboy may or may not have spontaneously combusted. It did take a few moppings to bring the floors back to a visible state (or so i’m told, i missed this good fun sleeping till 2pm). Good bit of a keg leftover and now serving up D.Clay’s domain, in east east atlanta. Just stop on over at any time, he won’t mind.
a few highlights for those of you who missed it or are having a hard time recalling:
1. mass booty shaking in an overcapacitated room to the tunes of t.spaceboy, floor trampolining
2. fireworks and other miscellaneous explosions, some from direction of the Zoo, some right in the driveway. one observer noted a possible gunshot sound
3. soccer matches, wrestling, karate in yard
4. somehow my “bottle rocket” poster ended up in the shower
5. inebriated and instantly forgotten conversations
6. the velvet laden “laughing gas man”
7. a dropped glass or two
8. good good good, good libations!
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pictures will follow soon enough…
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DClay’s drinking buddy of the year application wins hands down the prestigious ManUnderStress Application of the Year award. Hmilman clains victory this year. I didn’t do too bad myself either, tying for 18th (and beating Molly, hah!)