The stage was set. The multi-colored dance lights danced perfectly amongst the accentuated palm leave sillouettes. Lepracaun's were everywhere. The garage was a brilliant hue of chilled-out tones. The kegs awaited. And then, the sun went down. The most hyped event in recent history was about to occur. What happened next was a blurry, messy, chaotic, and drama-filled affair with about 100 people packed into the Casa. There were the usual familiar faces, but what made this night interesting were the faces we didn't recognise. Word of the party spread far and wide. One could gather that the word spread to the ghetto because the thugs were out in full force. A conglomerate of mystery men had added an uneasy feeling to this intriguing affair. Unfortunatly, a hand-full of fucks had put a bit of a sour on the night after causing various disturbances and showing a lack of respect towards the Casateer's. The party didn't go exactly as planned, but then again, does any large party go exactly as planned? You can debate on and on how you could have made the party better, but in the end, I had a blast and so did just about everybody. I don't really think it's a real party without the drama and the problems. Granted, it would have been very nice without it but I just think it adds a bit of an intriguing flair to it. The various nuances of the night will be talked about for years.....the good and the bad.
All aboard the gel train: Medders shares a moment with the eye-candy.
Medders, in all his drunken, green top hatted glory, has an exchange with Lyndsie.
Aaron doing his party council bartending duties.
Aaron and Dave sell $5 cups and $1 shots.
You can see "Big Cake" Joey looking on in the backround. Later, he would scandalously make out with Jamie (on the far left with blue cup). The girl in the black top seemed to offer me a "date rape drug" or something, which was odd. The blonde on the far right told me her last name was "Tampon".
Eric and Serene seen here in the kitchen. Later, in the tent, he had a strong urge to make-out with Serene, his best friend. For some reason, I asked Eric, who is gay, if he would make out with me. He said he would, but too bad for him, I was only kidding.
Mysterious Asian Man.
Aaron, I think, was demonstrating for the chill room audience how he slipped and fell in shit.
Hahaha! I have no idea what Aaron is doing. All I know is that he's rolling down the river.
A crowd gathers in the bar area...Natasha, Sarah, Clint, and White-Shirted Mystery Man.
Hardcore and her gangsta cronies gather in the backyard. They gave Aaron a little attitude when he told them to come inside.
In the smoke tent, Ryan from Brisbane chills with his dujour. There were officially six people from Brisbane adding a little east-tip flavor.
C-Murder, the other white meat, got himself proper-fucked as usual as he awaits a gravity bong hit.
Me and C-Murder have a special relationship.....were both very odd people.
The infamous mystery men.....or shall we say mystery fucks.
Holly chills in the tropical lounge
The infamous man known as "guy in nets hat" lurks on the edge of the dancefloor. After I took this picture somebody said, "Damn,..we taking pictures now?" in a threatening manner. The mystery fucks were surly and ready to fight.
Mystery Fuck who stoled some popsicles from the freezer. Oh,...and look who that is! Why,...it's Hardcore Michelle! She is 12 galaxies guiltied for bringing in the mystery fucks.
This is me and the self-proclaimed "realest bitch in the 415". I was honored to have my picture taken with such a one.
I can only assume that the one in red is the 2nd realest bitch in the 415.
I told the blonde on the far left that she looked Serbian. Later, I passed her in the house and said, "Serb!" and she yelled, "shut up!" Also pictured are AJ, who behaved quite well, and Sarah, who souped it out in the Merlin room.
