lazy morning

And a steady, cold rain all afternoon.

Mike, Wei, and Diego are in their 80's!

altogether, I think they're turning about 77 or so. Anyway, the party:








Somehow, Bonecrusher looks so sweet, but Vendetta... not even when she's smiling.



Meanwhile, HotSilvia remains skeptical. Or maybe high?










I'm feeling happy, apparently.








































Even with all our scintillating conversation, Daniel can't keep his eyes open.


But see how he perks right up when Chris and Piccolo Mike start in on the yer mom zingers.



















...which has the opposite effect on Vendetta.



















Happy collective birthday, y'all.

New Year's Eve

A little dinner (looks a lot better than it really was.)
Who knew veal scallops could become asphalt shingles?

No FDA warnings on this one.


Fully recovered from dinner, it's time to play dress up.
Nothing says elegance like a little black dress, a cigarette holder, and a squirming oversized feline.


The Hosts

The Millionaires arrive.

(Millionaires and plastic cups.)

Millionaires politely retire to the veranda to take their pipes.

Meanwhile, back in the soiree.

The competition:

...and the Calibration:

There's a picture like these of these two from every party we ever have.

Schwaeggy, though in actual fact the very epitome of edgy (typical above) tries to pose in repose (below).