to all the lovely and wonderful folks who came out for our flophouse birthday extravaganza: thank you. you're awesome. we enjoyed your company and your dancing skillz.
to the people who had a frito and pineapple fight in the kitchen: i hope you get hit by a bus.
to whoever might have stolen kriston's ipod: i hope you get struck by lightning.
to the person who somehow got wine on the bathroom ceiling: how'd you do that?
to the general douchebags who didn't even know anyone, like, four-times removed at the party, but somehow stayed till the wee hours being annoying: you suck.
otherwise, good times!
photos. drew's awesome photobooth set.
christola. you guys are going to have to start password protecting your events or something. what is wrong with people? maybe you can redirect wreck's feelings on squirrels from your calf onto thieves.
(We had fun though, thanks for the invite & happy birthday to all you crazy kids.)
Posted by: the g | January 21, 2007 at 03:42 PM
Nice meeting you (and the rest of the flophouse cast) last night -- the flophouse does indeed throw a good party.
Posted by: Peter | January 21, 2007 at 05:09 PM
The sense of impending chaos the entire party was palpable. . .
Posted by: Kanishka | January 21, 2007 at 08:36 PM