A margarita themed party was planed.
Because of poor planning and the fact that the liquor stores in Roseburg close at 7; there was only one bottle of tequila. Said bottle, was mostly empty when Maggie, David, and I arrived on the scene. We had the final margaritas in festive glasses.
Regina explained to me that, for some reason men feel impelled to tell her their sob stories. I don't know if my car breaking down twice in one week counted as a sob story. I think, I didn't mention it, just in case.
This is a view of the party before it turned into a dance party. I made a "tape" for the party. The party tape included a dance-party-standard by Peaches.
Peaches was deemed inappropriate by some party goers.
This is a picture of me trying to dj with one of those fancy-new-fangled walkmen. I think I managed to not break it.
I was told that, I only actually have one dance move.
I say, it's a very versatile move.
Gwenyth & Lupita liberated the awsomecam.
The contraband photographs are not appropriate for a family publication such as this one.
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