Showing posts with label going away parties. Show all posts
Showing posts with label going away parties. Show all posts

Thursday, May 29, 2008

199th Post: Gross Drinking Competitions

Tonight was Teebz' (Teebz's?) going away party, in anticipation of our super wicked semi-cross country road trip. The party was good.

In particular was the decision of two young men (TBs and Owen) to finish the bottle of Sloe Gin they saw when they walked in.

For future reference: this idea is gross.

It included: Sloe Gin Fizzes (natch)
Sloe Mind Erasers (aka Mind Sloers--just substitute Sloe Gin for the Kahlua)
Retarded Matadors (Jager Bombs wherein one substitutes Sloe Gin for Jagermeister)
and finally
Pints of Sloe Gin on the rocks.


Hint: they finished the bottle.

Get ready for mophlogging, people.

Monday, June 25, 2007

Photo Essay #14: DC Going Away Party #1,283,643

Leaving DC is one of the great pastimes of the city. Let's move to New York! Let's move to LA! Let's move to San Francisco! Let's move to Petaluma!

Our friends


are moving to Oakland, which is like San Francisco but with more popular sports teams. So we had a going-away barbecue for them yesterday in Petworth, where only people with beautiful children are allowed. Seriously, look:


During the afternoon, we did things that people do at barbecues, like playing horseshoes,


arguing that our horseshoe abilities are far superior to others,


eating frozen plums,


and taking naps on the front steps in our own label's t-shirt.

That's Petworth, y'all!

But seriously. Piero decided that in lieu of gifts, he would sell some of his art (which he is good at) to raise money for the cross-country trip. Perhaps the best one, however, was a sheet of drawings by Clarissa's nephew. They are either ruminations on modern life, character studies for new superheroes, or some mixture of the two. Whatever the idea was, it produced something amazing:


This one is "Xler8", which is how kids spell "accelerate" now. Really, you can use the "8" for anything with the "-ate" sound, like "sk8" or "ber8". Xler8 looks to be a cross of donkey and cleric.


Next up is "Four Arms," which isn't a creative name at all.



Luckily, he recovers with "Ripjaw", which is a turtle in medieval battle garb. Its jaw isn't ripped; rather, it rips other things' jaws.


Then is "Stink Fly," which is gross.


Ahhh! "Ghost Freak"!


"Heat Blood" sounds like a 70's movie, but it's not. It's blood that is the product of heat.



Bored with violent and gross imagery, he moves on to "Diamondhead," which is a rabbit with ears made from big diamonds. He subdues his enemies with them in some way or another.


"Grey Matter" is probably the coolest one of all: a brain that anthropomorphizes and kicks ass.


And finally, in a tip of the hat to Beyonce and perhaps the pop music world in general, comes "Upgrade." On second thought, it might be a tip of the hat to the nerd world. The head looks like it could be a PDA or 3G phone. If that is the case, I would've recommended the name "Motherboard" instead.

Monday, April 23, 2007

Photo Essay #9: Anatomy of a Going-Away Party

Martina is leaving! Look how pretty:


We're shocked! Look how beautifully we photograph at a moment's notice!


What's that? You want to see our pinky rings?


This photograph proves that we lived together once. And that Martina likes to go around naked in public. Because she's a little tramp!


Oh, Martina! You're funny!


AHHH HAHAHAHA! HA HA HA HA!


And we love each other!


I hate you and I am going to kill you.


That party sucked!