Delta f and the Vicissitudes of Life in Windsor

They always start so innocently,
Oh wait, this time it didn't: We knew from the get-go that the last Big Party Night in Windsor for 2004 was not going to end without some braincells lost. JM and Coty finished their exams, and although I had been done for some time - not to rub it in - we wanted to party. Poor Mike still had exams to write and work the next day, but that didn't seem to stop him.
By the time I got back from dinner at about nine-thirty, the crew at the bar had gone through a fourty and a two-six of whiskey - no small feat. They were a tad cheery, to say the least.

After I downed a few Iron Dukes...

It was off to the bar: Spicolli's in Sandwich Town!! Yay!

Sandwich Town is always fun; I think we don't get there nearly enough. On this particular night, One Man's Opinion were rocking it out when we got there, the atmousphere was good and people were ready to party down. Some people played some pool...


While I, uh, caught up with some friends.


Then, as by now you no doubt know if you've read a few of these posts, things got a bit interesting. Mel had a bit of a scare being left at the bar - something which she will no doubt never, ever let us forget, but eventually we all did make it home in one piece. And then some. Oh yes, when the music majors drop by here at the University of Windsor, one notices...


I just remember waking up with one hell of a headache and a very severe case of the stupids. There was an odd taste in my mouth - ah yes, then I remembered: When I had been taking a sip from a glass of beer the night before, someone informed me that there was, in fact, a cigarette butt in it. Mmmmmm.... yummy. It stil didn't explain why there was a smashed orange stuck to my wall. Wait... maybe it does.
Alas, we knew what we were getting into when we started. I leave you with one last mystery for the holidays. When I woke up, this picture was on my camera:

Good god - who's ass is that!?!?!?!?!