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It started
out as routine: Every other Wednesday Spring
Street and Nerve
head out together and have drinks...it's supposed be a nice relaxing
time where everyone can kick back, have a drink or two and catch up
with their co-workers in a nice, easy social setting...
and then the next thing you know...
It really did start out innocently. I swear!
BC, BB, and D-Rok. See? Look at how wholesome (and sober) we are!
You know how after there's some sort of huge disaster, people always
look back afterwards and try to pinpoint the precise moment that things
started to get out of control? Well, I think that's what we've managed
to capture here in this photo. Nothing too out of the ordinary, but
there is something sinister about the way he's holding that tab
with his eye. Who knew it would be the harbinger of so much drunken
tomfoolery?
Or hell, actually, now that I think about it, the multiple shots of
tequilla might've had more to do with it...
Yep, not even three minutes later and Deborah's already grabbing my
titty. Watch carefully as the effects of tequilla unfold before your
very eyes. (Also, it should be noted that this is also the point in
the evening where, with the exception of Jim, every single Nerve employee
pussed out and went home. Spring Street Reprazent, yo!!!)
The feeling of titties led to the kissing of co-workers...
...which led to the kissing of same-sex co-workers...
...which led to the licking of co-workers girlfriends...
...which led to convincing strangers to kiss us...
...and then Magic Man Mark Bibbins takes things to the next level by
somehow convincing two girls whom we'd never seen before in our lives
to...
...start making out with each other! Boo-yah!
Yeah, okay - things are full-on rowdy at this point. (Bonus points to
Bibbins for having a messy-ass "spill stain" on his shirt.
HA!)
Lone Nervie Standing. Jim's plan was to hold the lit candle up to his
mouth and then have someone take a picture without a flash (capturing
him looking like a jacklantern). But the flash ended up going off and
we instead captured Jim looking like a jackass.
Yo,
mad props to my man Eric.
Not only did he drink enough to turn his face a color that can only
be described as "Muppet Pink," he got so rowdy that his antics
actually meritt their own subsection within this photo gallery (and
if you look at the rest of these pics, that's saying a lot!). So it
is with great honor that I present you with...
"The
Eric Section"
Eric palms Peter's head. (Look at Peter's face...so funny).
Eric and Peter. (Part 2).
Eric and Peter (Part 3). Look at their fucking faces....ohmygod is that
shit funny.
Jim, Eric and Peter.
Eric and Jim (HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! Look at that face!)
Goodnight, sweet, pink-faced Prince! Goodnight, I say!
This concludes "The Eric Section." We now
return you to your regularly scheduled debauchery.
Meanwhile, the rest of the gang continues our descent into beharior
that will likely result in us never being able to look each other in
the eyes again. Check me out full-on cupping J.Lasher's titty while
simulaneously bringing Bibbins downtown on a Star Trek Voyage (bravely
going where no man has gone before).
I wish I could tell what was going on here. Are we spanking him? Did
he fall down? I don't even know.
Same thing here...was Martin doing some sort of "trust fall"
or something? Jesus.
Okay, question for you: How the fuck did we not get thrown out of the
bar??? I'm standing on one of the booths, screaming and doing a David
Lee Roth kick while both Martin and Jessica get ready to touch my package.
This is at like 10pm on a Wednesday!?! (Also, look over to the left
of me...aren't those the same two girls from before making out? It's
an hour and a half later and they're still going at it).
Yep, here's me still standing on the seats - this time doing a DLR-style
kick over the head of a passed out Brian Chambers.
A mysterious hand works to adjust the "I'm a Drunk Guy" Napkin
Hat while Jessica busies herself making faces at Brian. Now that's what
I call teamwork!
This is a funny pic of Stefan shaking hands with some strange girl who
was flirting with him. Take a closer look, do you see something funnier?
How about Brian Chambers full-on, lying down passed out on the seat!
Do you know what's funnier than that?
Me being drunk enough to actually straddle his face and...never mind.
I guess this pic doesn't need a caption, huh?
ps - I think I'm still hung over.
pps - Brian C, I'm sorry.
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