I guess it's only human to love the trivialities of number worship. I really can't get over the fact that I love the extra oomph that underlies a party that occurs on July seventh, 2007. There won't be another 07-07-07 for one hundred years, minus a day, and so this is the only one I'll ever see. And that makes it all the more poignant. However, on this day, the rather dull 07-08-2007, I have a deadening wine headache, so I'll leave you with a simple batch of photos from the party, Sequence Seven.



Other people's pictures (OPP, yea you know...):

.nicole, Yenn, psychoanalyst, ambeestar, kenny.

These photos are off-site so if they go down it's not my fault. Today they may be cheap reflections of yesterday but soon enough they will be inaccesable nostalgia. Lemme know if I've missed anybody's.

Labels: Photos, Raves

I must not succomb to a refrigerator full of liquor store beers in the future. I got to this party early, downed a few, and - being the wuss I am - nearly passed out in grogginess DESPITE the audial horror coming from announcers and musicians practicing their wails for the Stadium of Fire (tm). But then the dunk-tank came (not the, although it would have been just as appropriate, drunk tank) and we carpeted the roof. Then people came and I became more drunken and disorderly with them. A few blurry remnants were captured, I guess, adequately. The camera has a strange internal connection with the psyche of its user, apparently.

Language lovers, I have sinned greatly in this post with my adverbial excessivity; please accept wy words though, because I write them apologetically.

Labels: Houses, Photos