Slurring, Tripping and Refusing to Leave

O.K. so we had our little get together last night. Nothing terribly outrageous happened and nobody ended up adorned in one of my dresses or ancient club getups which is unusual. It was almost like a "grown-up" party!

Me before it got going. Why do I always manage to look snotty and naked in my photos?

I promised Darrin I wouldn't post this. He thinks he looks fey. But my hat made the rounds and hey, I think he must have known I'd post it anyway. Don't be mad.

Glenn and Oksana. There's that damn hat again, clashing badly with her top.

Trevor and Dan. Things were still in control at this point, although Trevor is starting to look a little vacant.

Yeah, we do it up classy here.

If you get so drunk you cannot be understood anymore, dance provocatively to the theme from Blossom, and need to be held up by your belt, you are going to get the photographic evidence posted here. Sorry, no mercy, Trevor. He looks like he smells something bad, but I think in reality he's just trying to figure out where he is.

It took about 15 min to get Trevor out the door at 4 am. It might have been annoying if it were not so damn funny. We could not understand a single word he was saying, as he swayed around in front of all of us trying to explain why the night should not end. I still don't know what the reasons were, but Dan finally got him to go home. I'm tired. Back to bed for a little nap.