still ill.

Sequels that don't suck are often very rare. So don't expect this to not suck, just saying.
Ted's place was the next destination of the night (that would be last Thursday for all of you ADD cases out there.)

It just wasn't like the old days anymore:

Starting off with a blurry picture is always a good sign.

Christian was so thrashed that he was just following the spinning light cord around with his face. Wastoid.

But the clear winner of Wastoid of the night was Errrrlena. Nice job, champ.

Her and Garett wrasled at one point. On top of me. Not cool.

Ollie, yawning.
OK, this shit was gold. (Actually, it might have shit, but I was gone, so it was at least funny at the time) Garett and Graham were using Celine's baby cruthces as phones. (Sort of making fun of Ollie's space age phone. It looked like some shit from those SNL skits at Jefferey's. You know, the ones where Will Ferrell would come out in a mobile scooter with white hair and have a tiny phone.)

Alex is apparently from the west coast of Peurto Rico.

Kristin is apparently sort of wary of this.

Josh is indifferent, yet pensive.

Celine needed something to prop her hurt foot up on. She though that Christian was a pile of dirty clothes.

You can't really tell from this picture, but Carmen's jacket was all sparkly. Sparkle Motion!!!

Ben did the dance from The Office (UK version. Holla!)

Then we hopped over to Grahamgrahamgraham's place on Wall Street. A few months in the US and the kid's fucking Gordon Gekko. (More like GEEKo. Zing!)

Hours upon hours later Garett and I went to the diner in Brooklyn. We talked about Black Sabbath and Zepplin vs. The Who (The Who win, obvs.) and Batman Begins. And how the card at the the end with the Joker symbol had quickly become the #1 film moment ever. No joke. (No pun intended.)

I took this picture.

+p.s.

Almost caught up. The formal at Ted's will be next. Yipeeeee!