 The stage/bar is set, the party commences... |
 Mike parks himself at Frost's impressive pret-â-drink bar. |
 Jennifer and Jason in da houze, visiting from Reno. |
 Judging Jason's skill level at foosball, it's no wonder he views the table askance. |
 I pose with Jennifer, looking inordinately pleased with herself. |
 John (fresh from his production of Jaws: the Musical) chats with Caly a while. |
 Laurie, Cali, Scott, and Zhac sidle up to Frost's bar. |
 Sorry for the blurriness: what you're looking at is a dollar bill Jarrin has accidentally flipped into his beer. |
 Joe runs a diagnostic on his tongue in case he needs it later in the evening. All systems are go! |
 Beth fairly beams into the camera. |
 I was aiming the camera dead at Nichole, but somehow shot straight through her to get a picture of Abi... |
 There. That's Nichole, very clearly Nichole. |
 Jodi's here too, grinning pleasantly. |
 Troy stops in long enough to grab some delicious, life-giving beer. |
 Mike contemplates his glass, mid-conversation. |
 Hey, it's Jeff! Jeff just walked in! Have a flash bulb, Jeff! |
 Ah, the infamous Duct Tape Girl, a.k.a. Amy. I was trying to chat her up when some jackass came stomping up, interrupted us, and aggressively dominated her conversation for over two hours. Pissed me off. |
 Aaron and Abby are cooling off in the back yard, where it's cooler. |
 Capricious Jason takes a pull off a bottle of wine he's been clearly forbidden to drink from. We can't begrudge him that! |
 Zhac says she takes lousy pictures, but doesn't she look charming here? The answer to that question is "yes". |
 There! She smiles winningly for the camera. She didn't want to admit what a good picture this was, but I could read her internal conflict about denying it. |
 Don crosses his arms, belatedly looking like the gruff guardian of the wine bottle he was purported to be. |
 Thaadd has returned to claim her wine, but what cruel surprise does Fate have in store for her? |
 Martin didn't just wake up, but his defensive posture makes it look like he did. |
 I don't remember how someone else got my camera... |
 Feral Jarrin stalks the backyard, looking for the sick and elderly at the party. |
 Filmmaker and raconteur, Terry turns out for a cameo. |
 Comeuppance is due, and Thaadd won't let Jason pass without an ass-kicking. |
 Scott, another birthday boy, enjoys his bubble solution: "All my bubble problems are gone!" |
 Hmm. Matt and Cali stood by muttering and giggling about me, but wouldn't share with me what was so funny... |
 Carrie sports her shiny and very smooth shirt. Very smooth shirt. Almost frictionless. |
 Yay! Bexley's able to show up for a bit, despite being on shift tonight. Nothing wrong with that! |
 Andy laughs helplessly in the company of Nichole and Scott (different one). |
 Tera gives me a very questioning look as I take this picture; behind her is an unknown girl who brought two friends who thought it would be meet and seemly (Chaucerian for "appropriate") to attempt to have sex in one of Jarrin's closets. Classy! |
 Aaron stands by helplessly as Jarrin succumbs to his preternatural hunger for human blood, at Abby's expense.. |
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The stage/bar is set, the party commences...
Mike parks himself at Frost's impressive pret-â-drink bar.
Jennifer and Jason in da houze, visiting from Reno.
Judging Jason's skill level at foosball, it's no wonder he views the table askance.
I pose with Jennifer, looking inordinately pleased with herself.
John (fresh from his production of Jaws: the Musical) chats with Caly a while.
Laurie, Cali, Scott, and Zhac sidle up to Frost's bar.
Sorry for the blurriness: what you're looking at is a dollar bill Jarrin has accidentally flipped into his beer.
Joe runs a diagnostic on his tongue in case he needs it later in the evening. All systems are go!
Beth fairly beams into the camera.
I was aiming the camera dead at Nichole, but somehow shot straight through her to get a picture of Abi...
There. That's Nichole, very clearly Nichole.
Jodi's here too, grinning pleasantly.
Troy stops in long enough to grab some delicious, life-giving beer.
Mike contemplates his glass, mid-conversation.
Hey, it's Jeff! Jeff just walked in! Have a flash bulb, Jeff!
Ah, the infamous Duct Tape Girl, a.k.a. Amy. I was trying to chat her up when some jackass came stomping up, interrupted us, and aggressively dominated her conversation for over two hours. Pissed me off.
Aaron and Abby are cooling off in the back yard, where it's cooler.
Capricious Jason takes a pull off a bottle of wine he's been clearly forbidden to drink from. We can't begrudge him that!
Zhac says she takes lousy pictures, but doesn't she look charming here? The answer to that question is "yes".
There! She smiles winningly for the camera. She didn't want to admit what a good picture this was, but I could read her internal conflict about denying it.
Don crosses his arms, belatedly looking like the gruff guardian of the wine bottle he was purported to be.
Thaadd has returned to claim her wine, but what cruel surprise does Fate have in store for her?
Martin didn't just wake up, but his defensive posture makes it look like he did.
I don't remember how someone else got my camera...
Feral Jarrin stalks the backyard, looking for the sick and elderly at the party.
Filmmaker and raconteur, Terry turns out for a cameo.
Comeuppance is due, and Thaadd won't let Jason pass without an ass-kicking.
Scott, another birthday boy, enjoys his bubble solution: "All my bubble problems are gone!"
Hmm. Matt and Cali stood by muttering and giggling about me, but wouldn't share with me what was so funny...
Carrie sports her shiny and very smooth shirt. Very smooth shirt. Almost frictionless.
Yay! Bexley's able to show up for a bit, despite being on shift tonight. Nothing wrong with that!
Andy laughs helplessly in the company of Nichole and Scott (different one).
Tera gives me a very questioning look as I take this picture; behind her is an unknown girl who brought two friends who thought it would be meet and seemly (Chaucerian for "appropriate") to attempt to have sex in one of Jarrin's closets. Classy!
Aaron stands by helplessly as Jarrin succumbs to his preternatural hunger for human blood, at Abby's expense..