Super Bowel XVi

This was a game where, in all honesty, I was ambivalent towards either team.

The most excited I got was within the first 10 seconds of the game when the Bears scored on the Colts during the kickoff but due to miscommunication I understood that it was made by the team that I was rooting for, though non-commitally, but in actuality was masterfully run by the opposing forces that connived to gain victory...aaand..you get the picture. Whatever.

The sweetness was that we had 25+ people stuffed into our small apartment like..sardines, haha, no really -- maybe like hotdogs in those little plastic packages because sardines are smelly and overused and hotdogs always look like they're just a bunch of good friends hanging out in a vaccuum suctioned plastic bag just waiting to be selected in the supermarket because of their chummy demeanor because THEY WANT TO, not because some one stuffed them all in together and they secretly hate each others little hotdog innards.
I made it my solemn dootie to meander about and catch everyone with their game-est faces on. This is a series I would loove to have enlarged, framed and placed on my wall.



















And then just the candid party snaps...it was also David's birthday and since he's one of the swellest people I know we had to spank him extra hard. (betcha don't remember THIS, hmm? hmm?)


or this..


or this..


Babes, mad babes



I think we wanted a picture of this elusive vixen but she sure wasn't putting out..


Thus y thus it came about. And Thus y thus I take my leave.


Oh wait. I almost forgot..I scorthed big way, big way. amen.