Sunday, January 23, 2005
Oh yes, and then there's the new experimental photo technique that I can perfect because basically everyone I know bought a digi-camera over the break. You guys rock.
This particular visit to the loop didn't really pan out too differently from any other visit to the loop, really. Coty and I were the only one's from Delta f back (now this was two Saturdays ago), and only a few selects from the Muffin House decided to join us.
Although they definitely were well represented, as you can see. I don't know what exactly happened to Lianne's face here, but it sure does look like she's having a good time.
We got there, the party happened and everything was cool - I don't have one weird or bad story to tell about this night, really. Everyone ended up in their own house, in their own beds with narry an injury save Leanne's sore pecks the next day (from dancing, I presume; get you mind out of the gutter).
One interesting thing that we did do though, was to try and get pictures of random people at the club with - The stranger the people, the better. As mentioned above though, there was a palatable lack of weird on this particular night, so the pictures are hardly anything special - literally just pictures of Coty with random people.
At least this one to the left is with chicks. One guy did give us a very heart-wrenching story about why he wouldn't let us take a picture of him: He said his ex-wife had fucked him over once for doing the exact same thing. We didn't really get what he meant by that, but we let it go; the picture wouldn't have been that good, anyway.
This one is my favouite, though. This poor guy had obviously been sitting all by himself for a really long time nursing a beer before we asked him for the picture. Really not digging being alone at a club, he readily agreed.
"You guys need any more of those?" he very expectantly asked us after the snap. The prospect of once again hitting the table - without Coty this time - not a happy one.
"Naw thanks. I think we have what we need."
Besides, People were talking about going to Papa Cheynney's and two dollar drinks have to try really hard to keep me away.
So the night pretty much ended with us going to Cheyney's for one drink and then heading back to Delta f. What the hell would a night out be without a cameo from Kareem? Some would say that it would just be a night out without Kareem, but what the hell do they know anyway?
And a few more random pictures will follow. As a preview for the next entry (which will be soon, I promise) I will be showing blood, guts and gore for the first time on the blog. Real blood, guts and gore, too. If anyone can guess who's blood and guts (if you weren't there, of course) than you win a Prize. Cheers!