My housemate, Paul “Peekabooty” Baranowski, has posted his photos from the party, featuring spanking, general bad behaviour, Deenster getting all Posh Spice, and this gem:
(Yeah, I’ve been getting a lot of email and instant messages about Meryle.)
The real estate market here in Accordion City has been described as “soft”, and the daily stream of real estate agents and their gaudy brooches (is that some kind of dress code requirement?) coming into my house has dried into a trickle. The “FOR SALE” sign remains on our front lawn and our landlord still clings to the vain hope that he can sell the house for CDN$200,000 more than the next-most-expensive (but equally nice) house on the block.
Don’t get me wrong: I love the house. It’s a nice place in a location that for my needs is pretty sweet, but let’s face it: the price is just too damned steep for a place that breaks the Cardinal Rule of Real Estate — it’s the best house on a bad street. (By “bad street”, I mean that half the houses are one bad fuse away from going up in a puff of smoke.)
If you’re a sucker adventurous real estate speculator, you can go take a peek at the online listing for the house, complete with photos.
Updated Thursday, November 13, 2003 at 14:55 EST: Removed one photo at the subject’s request. S/he thought s/he looked bad, I thought s/he looked fine. But the rule is: if you don’t want your photo on the blog, off it goes.
There are also a large number of non-hot-tub-related photos from the party.
The lovely LizVang has a nice set of photos, including this great one of Char wearing my Legendary Cowboy Hat:
I’ve also posted the first set of photos to Thirtysexy 2, a photo album of what happened outside the tub. More will get posted later.
Even Death had a good time at my party! (Okay, that’s Jacqui, and the scythe is actually mine.)
Here’s the upstairs tub, still full of booze, at the beginning of the party. The downstairs tub was equally full.
All the photos in the Thirtysexy series were taken by Rannie “Photojunkie” Turingan, who went above and beyond the call of duty by dropping off a CD-ROM of all the pictures he’d taken, not even 24 hours after the party ended! You rock, Rannie!
Matt “FeralBoy” Comroe proves that through the magic of Photoshop, it’s still possible to catch some hot tub action, even if it’s days after the cops shut it down:
I was so busy recovering from a wild weekend that I missed my own blog’s second anniversary. I suppose the hot tub truck photos are commemoration enough.
If you’re wondering where all the entries prior to July 2003 are, they’re in my old Blogger-based blog. The archives for that blog start at November 10, 2001 and end at August 4, 2003.
I’ve been getting email asking for photos from the hot tub all day, so here they are!
First, a look at the Hot Tub Truck from the side:
And now, from the back. That’s Michelle Turingan flipping the bird. As you’ll see in later pictures, she likes to do that.
For the rest of the photos, click here or on the picture below:
I have about 300 photos to sort through, so it may take a few more hours before those birthday party / hot tub photos go online. However, since some people are bored at work, here’s another photo from the tub.
If I ever release a country album, this has to be the album cover:
