The Last Possible Pictures of 2003. The party was hosted at the house of Logan (Rock Moniker) and Jon (alphajonny). Joe (JOBOT) was chief DJ upstairs; Psychopop ranted and wailed downstairs in the wet bar at midnight. So very many people showed up, it will be impossible to identify them all, and I'm not even sure I'd want to, because it was such a huge party that many people were nothing but irritating but most of the people, like my friends, were exceedingly cool and we all had a good time though some of them have gone missing, evidently, and many more were drunk and are paying for it today. Well, pay for it some more, 'cos here comes a bevy of embarrassing "did I do that" photos!

Joe shows how we start the night: with bread! Actually, I was having Popeye's chicken while Joe and Jarrin had subs from Big Mike's, before the party.	Jon and Jarrin, doubtlessly contemplating the mass destruction that will transpire this evening.
Dusty unpacks his Bag O' Revelry.	This is the bar, before anyone has shown up. It glows with potential.
Here is the couch area, where many people will finally settle their asses once the nervous energy wears off.	Ah, and yes, here is the drum kit from which will issue much magic and mad beats.
Here is a very cool organ which may or may not work and isn't connected to anything. Oh, and the cool retro microphone they let me sing with.	And there is the quiet, non-judgmental eye of the webcam which will record this event.
Here's some guy stepping up to the bar! Poppin' fresh!	Courtney! Amber! Ashley! Ryan! And Erika with her back to me!
Andy, Jesse, somebody, Penny, Abi, somebody, Rogers, and Jarrin's uncle-in-law, Scott, in the foreground!	JOBOT commences to laying down the crunky beats.
Bexley and some guy, breaking in the bar for use.	Jarrin's aunt, Bobbi, asking: "Have you seen XN around? Is he here yet?"
Jarrin is pleasantly amused by the original Robert Burns lyrics and translation of 'Auld Lang Syne'.	Worm and Jeff are just hanging out at the fore of the evening. It's going to be a silly night and everbody knows it.
Emily! Jesse! Jeremy! Also in the beginning of the evening (party actually started around 10pm, so this isn't much later).	Jon is refraining from heavy drink tonight, the better to serve drinks and watch the Tip Box which some prick stole last year.
Andrew, Sharon, and Dusty - people were just starting to drink and loosen up, preparing for the big party. I keep telling you, this this is going to explode.	Me, an extrahot Caly, and ... well, you know Jarrin.
Dan! Jessica! Jesse! Lisa! We won't guess about the two people in the background.	Sasha must've had a grudge against this bottle of wine because she killed it herself.
Martin's in the middle of saying something highly significant, I'm sure.	Dan knows I'm taking a picture of him. He's posing like he's blissfully unaware, but he knows.
Eric and Caly look like they're feeling lousy, but I swear that this is one bad moment in the middle of them both being animated and talkative. It's like my camera is cursed.	Wow, Athenais grins especially pretty for the camera, while Jesse (different Jesse) just turns his head away.
I was actually trying to get a shot of the people in the background, but the camera only picked up this guy from Chaska with the fake German/Irish accent.	My capricious camera refuses to focus on VacBoy and some other girl who looked much nicer than this expression would suggest.
Ursula leans against the washing machine in anticipation of the music about to start.	Logan fires up his ax, scant moments before midnight.
Jarrin tests the drums for solidity and temporal stability... yep, still there...	Mike's father, Troy, and Mike on bass. A solid line-up, only 1/3 of which will actually be used in the performance.
"I'm going to kill each and every one of you in your sleep," says Bexley.	He also wanted to point out that the cool cement floor is actually very comfortable.
Me and Bobbi, talking about single-malt scotch and not beating ourselves up about our age.	Here's me and Kari - no one was overtly surprised that we're talking and getting along.
"Happy New Year, Courtney!" "I can't... breathe..."	Ashley combines two-fisted drinking with ungodly volumes of it. Happy New Year!
Ryan's all tuckered-out. We let him rest for a while, he needed it.	Jarrin, worm, Eric, and a bunch of other people who were invited by gods-know-whom and wandered in throughout the night.
Jessica's boyfriend, Angie, and Sasha, chilling out after the main thrust of the evening cools from critical mass.	Ursula poses in her slinky black velvet dress, as she will.
I don't know who they are. I saw them at another party, too. I just thought they were cute.	Ah, end of night for Scott and Bobbi!
Lemmy, the picture of tall slender youth, mugs for a bit before stumbling inside to confront destiny.	The one picture of me and Gwen that won't get her in trouble with her boyfriend.
Yes, the festivities are at a simmer now, people are pacing themselves, congregating, socializing.	Courtney, me, and Gwen. I've had dreams like this.
Ursula and Courtney enjoy JOBOT's irregular beats, while a couple guys on the couch take phonecam shots of Courtney's butt.	Alis, too, writhes and lets the music carry her away.
So there was this trail of blood that started here, in the kitchen, and ran all the way to the bathroom...	Somebody told me I was standing in blood and I didn't believe dem, but now I believe dem.
Jessica and Sasha are definitely "feeling it".	Jessica insisted on taking my picture with my camera. But who's the mouthbreather in the tux?
Courtney's asking for just a little more time to hang out and dance!	Ashley wishes me - and all of you! - a Happy New Year.
A very haunted Jeff and Martin peer over the leather-clad shoulders of a very inebriated (surprise, surprise) Lemmy.	What kind of jackass shows up at a party and tags a wall? If anyone knows "Brat Hip" please contact me, Logan, or Jon.
Eric, Christel, Troy, and Whitney, gathered around the couch and coffee table that were once empty (see above).	At one point I stepped out for a quiet moment, when my personal energy was running down. Ryan found me and we talked for a while, that was cool.
Christel tried to take off without a hug! Nice try.	Me, Sasha, and Jarrin, having fun and enjoying our new lives in the new year.
The autofocus on my camera took so long that Ursula just fell asleep.	Goddamn. How did Joel get such straight, perfect teeth?
I guess I'd had so little to drink that I forgot I'd already taken pictures of Gwen. But that is a really cute dress she had on.	Lemmy and I create a palpable aura of terror for the rest of the basement to enjoy.
Logan rocks out with someone from Filthy Divine.	Drummer from Filthy Divine, with a girl who really, really wanted everyone to notice her.
Jon's just in love with the moment. Truly in love.	Here, me, Sharon, and Jarrin and trying to be all pleasant and look nice, and a couple goofballs somehow created this highly original trick to play with our heads in the photo.
Me and Sharon, posing and... that's it, just posing.	But the angle was all wrong so we tried it out again. She looks much sweeter in this shot, I have to agree.
A very blurry and existential shot. I wouldn't be surprised if this was actually an album cover rather than a shot of the party.	Here, Bahb questions his existence before a sea of intact glass. He was following someone else's instructions for a pose but kept getting it wrong, according to the instructor.
The end of a long night of partying...	...JOBOT cradles everyone with the funky amniotic beats.