Prelude
Well, last night was a little insane. And by "a little," I mean "fully and completely." Rumsin and I had dinner at perhaps my favorite restaurant, Karyn's Cooked on Wells and Chicago. We then headed over to Eugene's for my "Going Away" Party. Apparently being gone for 8ish weeks merits a party. However, I'm not one to refuse a party, especially to see a lot of my friends for the last time all summer. And I did have fun, despite being drenched in various beverages several times by Eugene and then getting quite sick later on. Here are some highlights:
That would be James trying to reveal Eugene's freshly shaven twink chest.
It was kind of like the last supper, except with less God and more booze.
Martin being really indie.
This is me trying to keep Eugene from killing me. It was proven once again last night that I am at least a thousand times more powerful than he. However, his cat-like reflexes proved fast enough to pour entire drinks on me three times.
Steve, me, Chris. I promise I didn't choose that shirt, it was the only one presented to me by Eugene when I had to change the first time.
Jameson, me, Kevin. That's me sporting shirt #3 of the evening.
Jim, Rumsin, me. That is the fourth and final shirt.
I don't remember how Steve's shirt came off, but I'm quite impressed with the pose he's got there. Also, there's Brandon (banana) and Carlos (lemon) exploring the innermost facets of the bottle.
Myself and Steve saying our goodbyes.
My new best friends.
Unfortunately, that's where the pictures, and therefore my memory, of the evening ends. I'm gonna miss you all so much, but I'll be back in no time. Now, I must begin packing and getting a few final things ready for my departure tomorrow. I think we're gonna aim to drive as far as we possibly can tomorrow, hopefully stopping in wild and scenic NORTH PLATTE, NEBRASKA. Wish me luck!
That would be James trying to reveal Eugene's freshly shaven twink chest.
It was kind of like the last supper, except with less God and more booze.
Martin being really indie.
This is me trying to keep Eugene from killing me. It was proven once again last night that I am at least a thousand times more powerful than he. However, his cat-like reflexes proved fast enough to pour entire drinks on me three times.
Steve, me, Chris. I promise I didn't choose that shirt, it was the only one presented to me by Eugene when I had to change the first time.
Jameson, me, Kevin. That's me sporting shirt #3 of the evening.
Jim, Rumsin, me. That is the fourth and final shirt.
I don't remember how Steve's shirt came off, but I'm quite impressed with the pose he's got there. Also, there's Brandon (banana) and Carlos (lemon) exploring the innermost facets of the bottle.
Myself and Steve saying our goodbyes.
My new best friends.
Unfortunately, that's where the pictures, and therefore my memory, of the evening ends. I'm gonna miss you all so much, but I'll be back in no time. Now, I must begin packing and getting a few final things ready for my departure tomorrow. I think we're gonna aim to drive as far as we possibly can tomorrow, hopefully stopping in wild and scenic NORTH PLATTE, NEBRASKA. Wish me luck!