The Party Page - Version 2
It took over an entire semester, but the first large scale party of the 2003-2004 school year was held on Saturday January 24, 2004. Many reasons may be given for the delay in hosting a party - mainly the fact that we are all 21 now allows us entry into any alcohol serving establishment. Another reason may be the fact that our living room is right inside the door rather than hidden from the watchful eye of the UPD officers. However, the tables were set as the decision was made by four individuals over one hundred miles away. You see, these four people, friends of Eric's back in Philadelphia, made the fateful decision to drive down to GW and party. In fact, the exact quote left on Eric's voicemail was, "We're like a tidal wave! We're coming down and you can't stop it!"
As luck would have it, the rest of our floor (9th floor of New Hall) also decided to throw a party that evening - including an 80s party somewhere down the hall. Because everyone else was just as loud and obnoxious (or even more so), there was no threat of getting busted. UPD would first have to walk by a) the guy lying in the middle of the hallway; b) the popcorn and broken lamp from the 80s party; c) the 80s party; and, d) another party that didn't seem to have a theme. Thus, the spontaneous party was born.
The Spontaneous Party!!! (January 24, 2004)
If you live in Pennsylvania, I fear for your life. Bob Tillberry is becoming an actual member of your law enforcement team. He's getting a gun. Let that sink in. The state of Pennsylvania, in its infinite wisdom, decided it would be appropriate to give him a gun. Is it any wonder why I like to make fun of Pennsylvania (or more specifically, Philadelphia)? I didn't think so. Anyway, he was modelling what he hoped will become his new wardrobe while also letting everyone know that "There's a new sheriff in town!"
To further demonstrate the techniques that Tillberry learned in his law enforcement training, he decided that it would be appropriate to hold Ari up against a wall.
I guess Ari is recovering in this picture. Ya, that's it.
Jon then arrived after playing a pretty vicious game of beerpong. You see, in the variation that Jon and the boys of 204 created that day, a bonus cup was created. If this cup was hit, then the other team had to do a shot of vodka. After exhausting their vodka supply (and their neighbors' vodka supply) and doing at least 10 shots each (it's pretty understandable that they lost count), Jon decided to come back up to 903. Once there, he reunited with Dozer and Eric to remember the days they used to live together (2 years ago).
At some point, Jon begin "professing". I am not sure what exactly he was talking about since the only two words he could say all night were "Oy!" and "mnsdfsdmnksjdh" but Dozer looks pretty captivated.
Jon's pickup lines did work on Dozer and the two spent some quality bonding time together.
After parting ways with Jon, Dozer began playing with Ari's cactus. Why, you may ask, does Ari have a cactus? Well, the people that own the liquor store will not give anybody anything, but for some reason decided that Ari was worthy of a free cactus. Notice that the cactus and sheriff's hat combine to help with the Western Motif we are trying to achieve in our living room.
Laurie and Rachel spent most of the night observing our behavior. Unfortunately, for Laurie, she had to teach Sunday School and wake up at 7am the next morning. Rachel, on the other hand, took several great pictures of Eric's mohawk and decided that my group of friends is "a lot of fun". Glad to convince her.
No, that is not a cheesehead. I would never be caught dead wearing an article of clothing that associates me with the dump known as Wisconsin. Anyway, they have just started going crazy at the GW basketball games with the free foam stuff. It started with hatchets, but now there are foam hats. Jon dared to hope that eventually we can get foam pants and jackets as well.
Our parties do not become official until Born to Run is shouted at the top of our lungs. Tillberry and I took center stage (until he batted a beer out of my hand), but we had a chorus helping us from off-camera.
The amusement park rises bold and stark
Kids are huddled on the beach in a mist...
Eric and I then got funky. There is nothing like two white guys dancing.
There are more pictures out there, but they need to be edited to remove things such as red-eyes. Plus, the Super Bowl definitely has the potential to create some great pictures. After all, the last time a party was held at Dozer's apartment, we reopened McDonald's by jumping up and down on the weight-meter. I don't even want to contemplate how much saliva was in my food at this stage. Thus, the stage has been set for another great night.