WELCOME, why don'cha step into de party?
Big Money Hu$tlaS. This is round about $1000 in $20's, the most amount of money I've hever had in my hand that I could actually use.
$400 of it purchaced three kegs of beer. Pit only about one and a half kegs total of it was used. At least now we won't have to worry about the flow of alcohol around here.
Van Lieu welcomes all!
The lunatic is in the hall.... The lunatics are in my hall
Lyndsie, Boyfriend and two other friends of theirs were the first to come to the party. In this picture, the guy on the left looks like a skeleton.
Lyndsie and Boyfriend. I don't care what she says, but she takes good pictures!
Lyndsie's crew. They left early after they arrived, but they came back soon after. Alreet!
Medders takes control of Van Lieu's computer. It's funny how I call my own brother Van Lieu, but it makes more sense this way.
Warp speed!
Paul in the Chill Room (which was actually just my garage). Like the Red, green, and blue contrasts?
Holographic Loungers
The Black LIght Shines On All
The Galaxy of Turtle
Van Lieu decides to pass out.
Medders and Van Lieu trade noses.
The Van Lieu Nebula
Was his nose Photoshopped in? You'll never know.
We replaced our Dining Room light bulbs with colored lights. Nifty UFO effect, huh?
Swirly twirlies. I think it might be an appropriate time to mention that Van Lieu, Turtleboy Dave and I spent a lot of time preparing for this event.
And so did Medders and Paul... who disappeared for a second.
We took everything that could be smashed, stolen, elbowed, etc and locked them up in my parent's room. We also draped book shelves and stuff to prevent people from leaving their cups on the shelves.
We spent round about $1,000 on the event, though $500 of it was despoits. We made, after selling beer, $87. At least we won't be running out of alcohol for a while!
The event went off without a hitch, although it was slow to start. Fortunatly nothing was stolen, nothing was broken, and besides some unwanted drama, things went OK. More on that later.
Serena and Eric show up, thankfully Van Lieu and them made up with each other and now they're friends! Yay!
Schroeder lighting up a spliff in the Chill Room. It was actually just a cigerette. We're having trouble trying to air out the post-party beer and cigerette smell in the house.
Partyboy Dave. I stayed sober throughout the entire night. I originally was going to do some mushrooms, but then again, the party is in my house and if my brother and I are drunk/incoherant... oh boy, not good. Dave was second sober to me.
A rather unique picture of Van LIeu in the Chill Room. Note the appropriate color.
We sold $5 unlimited beer and $1 shots. Don't do ir, it would be a bad move. Pity Mrs. Cleo's word of wisdom didn't appear in the planing stages.
What a find young lad.
Julio came to help bounce at the party. He really helped keep the problem down, if it weren't for him, I'm sure the drama would have been worse.
AJ, Ariel, Sinade, and Mystery Girl make their star studded appearance.
Clint stares off into space as a Terminator keeps its eyes on Clint...
Brother and Sister, together at last! Reina and I discussed the meaning of life and how the answers are all there, you just need to know how to figure it out. Mmmmm
Dave bartendered for a while, which bugged him because there were all these hot chicks who came by and he missed them.
Kiss me, I'm Irish! Dave, bored as hell, draws in his drawing pad in the background.
Holly looks through Dave's drawing pad. She's 7% retarded, you know!
Some guys huddle around the gravity bong in the Chill Room. Clint hit it and was knocked out. It's a right time to mention that the Chill Room had its own set of music apart from the dance floor, which was more slower and... well, chill. ;)
Van LIeu takes over the bartender duties.
Rachael caught my ear with a wonderful story of females she knows who have sex every single time. The term "genetal rubbing" was used more than once. Pity she was just talking about a race of monkeys.
Jamie and Roomate get it on. I was the only one who danced with them, but apparently dancin'; don't mean shit because Jamie made out with Fogel. .... Behind the two was our Guardian Angel, we never caught his name but he kept the party cool and helped reduce the drama.
Paul disappears once again
Paul and Nikki chat it up a bit. She lost her phone though, I'm sorry...
Medder's Time to 'Tender. This was when the party was gearing up for FUN!
Dave likes this shot, so I'm adding it in just for you, man.
Clint exits the Hot Box'd Tent while others walk in. He was rollin' like fuck man.
WHo are these people? No serioualy, who the fuck invited these thugs?
Mareka and Rachael hang out by the bar. And it was my turn to bartender! Yay! ... I drew a cartoon about them they loved it. Yay!
Hardcore Van Winkle with Van Lieu. Behind Hardcore is one of our gangsta ass fucks.
Same gangsta ass fuck. Ruined the party they did.
Me drawing a robot. The lighting conditions plus the Auto levels funcion in iPhoto really make this picture look WEIRD.
Van Lieu's JROTC shirt is SO fucking ironic.
For a bit of fun, we set up the Thom Yorke Lite Brite at a fun, observable distance
The End.