the couple of the evening, mike and leah. apparently these are their "picture faces," and this picture looks like every other picture of them in existence. eat me.
mat and elizabeth, two of leah's roommates. they are super-cool, and i felt very fortunate to be sitting across from them at dinner, because i laughed the whole time.
jamie and aaron, inseperable. somehow jamie manages to befriend guys, date them, break up with them, and their friendship becomes even stronger. it's really strange.
lindsey, chris p.'s girlfriend, and megan, a friend of mike's. i've met megan before, but i didn't realize how cool and fun she was until the party context. yay for bubbles!
eric, chris p., and lindsey. i was relieved when eric showed up late, because i was quite underdressed compared to everyone else. thank goodness for snre students and their love of plaid.
all the girls on the other side of the table had huge crushes on our waiter, mike. there was much flirting and leaving of phone numbers, especially by elizabeth. here is a picture megan and lindsey lovingly drew and dedicated to mike. medium: crayon on...
after dinner we went back to leah's place and took up a collection for the finest hooch we could find. we searched high and low for these exotic brands, because heaven knows they weren't at eye level. note in particular the tequila on the far left. pep...
mike's long island mix: a splash of gin, a few drops of triple sec, a shot of vodka and a gallon of bile. stir with pork chop. serve in salad shooter tub.
things started getting friendly after we all bonded over the unbelievable nastiness of the "salad shooter"... we couldn't call it long island in good conscience.
megan, new to ddr, achieves on her first attempt a score that took me about two rolls of quarters to attain. of course, mike was yelling instructions, and i was clapping to the beat. but she's a natural.
megan rocks the house. eventually it was too tempting to watch her dance in that tight skirt, and everyone started spanking her as she jumped around. everyone who followed was given a sound thrashing as well. thanks for the feel megan!
i managed to snap a shot during the only time mike was dancing when there *weren't* 3287594 arrows flying up the screen. it looks like he's being lazy here.
mat kept dancing to the same damn song over and over again, this old-fashioned japanese okinawan music with a woman singing in the traditional manner. even i lost a taste for it the hundredth time around. not to mention it's the same stupid dance, and ...
