....PANTYBANDIT! Awwww yeah, lemme hear ya! Check out Scott laughing because he total caught the PantyBandit in action. (PS - I'd be lying if I didn't mention that this photo kind of gives me a boner.)
Oh yeah, and based on this picture I guess I also played "Hot For Teacher" by VH. (I only know that because it's the only song with a pick-slide hot enough to merit a physcial reenactment).
At some point in the night, somebody found this creepy haircutting practice-head and put it on the booth monitor. We named her Lila and she ended up making the rounds.
What I lacked in technical proficiency, I made up for in balls to tha walls rock the fuck out tracks. Off the top of my head, a few of my choice jizzams of the night were:
Judy is a Punk - Screeching Weasel
I Don't Want to Grow Up - Descendents
Mustapha Dance - The Clash
Gimme Some More - Busta Rhymes
99 Red Balloon - 7 Seconds
Ready Steady Go - Generation X
Ever Fallen in Love - Buzzcocks
Dancing Machine - Jackson 5
Gloria - Laura Brannigan (of course!)
Dance Hall Music - Murder City Devils
Bombshell - Op Ivy
Mona Lisa - Slick Rick
Miss You - Rolling Stones
Rat Fink - Misfits
Maneater - Hall & Oates
and my personal fave...
Jump in the Line - Motherfucking Harry Belafonte
Meredith danced so hard her ass actually burst forth and split the entire ass-seam of her pants. Cat and Sarah lifted the shirt she tied around her waist and contemplated the damage.
The guy was so drunk he couldn't even tell us his name. Sarah thought he was cute and kept suggesting that she take him back to her place. Hahahaha. Suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuure!
In the end, I ended up fishing his wallet out of his pants and looking up his name and address (if memory serves correctly, I think his name was Brice or something like that). Here's Tinny holding his phone to his ear as we took turns calling people in his phone trying to get someone who knew him to confirm his address so we could put him in a cab. (In the end, we were never able to confirm where he lived so we sat him down outside with a bottle of water and went back inside. When I came out an hour later, he was passed out and had pissed his pants and we ended up calling the cops who sent an ambulance for him. Doh!) Anybody know who this guy is?
Later that evening, I was standing next to the DJ booth chatting with Sarah when all of a sudden a guy standing next to me full-on passed out while standing up and went down like a bag o' bricks. The bouncer summoned me to help him carry the guy outside and somewhere in the process of trying to lift him up, his pants came down exposing...
Ok, so now it's well after 3am and things are starting to heat up on the dancefloor. After watching Rachel dance dirty with a bunch of other girls for a few songs, Grant couldn't take any more and snuck Rachel over onto a stool in the corner for a...
Amber was in full-effect that night. Every time Lawrence would look away, Amber would start dancing all sexy and freaking him from behind without touching him. Do you know how hard it is to dance all fast behind someone without touching them and accidentally giving yourself away? Girl's got skills.
Okay, back to Misshapes. Here's Grant (earning bonus points for his Rolling Stone shirt prescience) Meredith (making a Mr. Magoo face) and Sarah "Wish She Didn't Have a Boyfriend" Harrison. (Just to clarify - that's me wishing, not her.)
....THIS! Ten minutes of Photoshop magic later, I'd successfully hidden Sarah's identity with a strategically placed "extra can" of Sparks in Karen's hand. Hahahah. While impressed with my skizzills (I mean, you have to admit, it is pretty good), she told me she'd still prefer to run the other one.
...Karen's 23rd birthday! Wooo! I brought her a six-pack of Sparks to help instigate some birthday trouble (more on that later...hehehe). The day after the party, I took all my pics and posted them into a "sneak peek" gallery for Karen (because she assumed, correctly I might add, that it would be "like six months" before I finally got around to posting them here).
Anyway, somehow a photo editor at Rolling Stone saw this pic and wanted to use it for a blurb about Sparks in an upcoming "What's Hot" issue. I was stoked. A day later, she realized that Sarah is an editor at Spin and apparently didn't want to prominently feature and editor from a competitive magazine doing something "hot." She went back through my pics and found another photo of people drinking Sparks that Sarah wasn't in and asked if she could use that instead. "Well, Sarah's not in that photo, but the problem is: I'm not either." (And hey, I wanted to be doing something "hot" in Rolling Stone, ok?) So I asked her, "What if I can figure out a way to hide Sarah?" She was like "I don't even know what you're talking about." That is, until I sent her...
Turns out I had to let him kiss me (but hey he didn't saying anything about me having to kiss him back! Yay, loopholes). So I stood totally frozen with my mouth (and eyes, apparently) wide-open while he frenched me. Hahaha. I look shell-shocked.
Hey look it's Giorgio and Gianguido! The two guys visiting from Italy that Fatty and I met playing frisbee in the park! We invited them to the prom and they came! (The even got dressed up!) It's nice! I like!
I didn't have a real bowtie (or a real dress shirt, if we're being honest) so I went with an old prom stand-by and just drew a bow tie on a t-shirt with marker. From a few feet away, it almost looked real!