November 16th Continued Further

As the party raged on, many of us became more or less drunk off of our fucking asses.

That's a pretty bad picture of Michelle, but it illustrates my point.  Everybody who knew they were crashing was having a lot to drink, and we were all edging towards inebriation.  Some of us were just completely shitfaced, of course.

...  Like this guy.  Chase seems to be enjoying his place on the floor.  We can only assume that the cameraman (Presumably Rob) is about to kick him.

Wendy and I were both very extremely drunk, but I seemed to be having a little less difficulty standing, as illustrated by this photo, in which I save Wendy from severely injuring herself.  Memorize that move; chicks love guys who save them from death.  Of course, Wendy managed to get herself a concussion the next day when I was no longer present to catch her, but at least I managed to delay the inevitable.  Barely pictured again:  Julie's arm.

THIS is the reason I throw parties.

Move on to page 4, if you think you can handle it.  I must warn you, however, that you may never look at curly fries or vodka mixed with Hawaiian Punch the same way again.