Showing posts with label Party. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Party. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

The Last Few...

And a helicopter for good measure. Good night, all!
More chatting.
Lisa. I could've rotated this one properly, but it's funnier to me this way. And this is my blog, dammit.

Doug and Lisa.
Doug be grillin'...gettin' his grill on...Um, Word, yo!

More intense, intellectual discussion.

Sanjeev and Doug...with yet more particle physics.

Bruno and Sheldon discussing particle physics.

Oh, there's Mr. Cooper.
More hangin' (and still no Mr. Cooper)...let's flog this joke.

Hangin' (no sign of Mr. Cooper)...

And yet, more...I see a Theme Developing

Oh no, you didn't...Oh please don't. Where's the Speedo, big boy?

More hilarity ensues...
Oh, and there was a hockey game. And some burly muscles. Too bad, so sad Edmonton.

That Dom...he is one happy, happy man.


Bruno, Dom and some miscreant. And the 'Crackberry' strikes again. To much bemusement.

Hangin' wit' Bruno.
Bruno.

And the Shindig Continues...

Cat...putting up with years of abuse. Sorry.

Sangita.


McGraw, manning the twos and threes, and rockin' the Blackberry. Party on, um, dude?

More Randomness from the Annual Shindig


Frankly, Sangita, the way you wielded that knife um, frightened me. Just a bit. But then again, it WAS a big, big knife. Paul Hogan would be proud.
The spread was varied... Sushi, samosas, burgers, sausages...Hmm...my memory is getting hungry just thinking about it. Again.


How could you not love the view? That's what patio parties are meant to be. Hidden from view: the hot tub. Yeah, boy.

Story number one: Drew and errant bottle of wine





So, I suppose red wine plus white wine should equal a pink shirt for Drew, no? Thanks to Kristi and her errant bottle of red wine forming an incredible union with Drew's shirt (and then their attempts to remove the stain with white wine)...we were treated to a peep show. And we weren't drunk enough to be prepared for that. ..



Hangin' with that cat, Dom -- the host with the most and a patio to boot. And it looks like he enjoys rockin' the devil horns. What a rocker. Um, yeah. That's the ticket.