THE ROOF! THE ROOF! THE ROOF IS ON FIRE!! WE DON"T NEED NO WATER...................
Here's a bunch of pics I have been meaning to post since Halloween. The first bunch are Keri's pics from Susan and Truett's Halloween party. The second set is from the Halloween burning of artwork at Slim's.Many of the Slim's pics come courtesy an LG camera phone.My piece of crap Olympus decided not to work that night.There are, sadly, no pics of Jim, Doug, Greg and me doing our thing live on stage. It was fun. We set up a home-like atmosphere with the stage.Playing in the round for the most part.
*NOTE ON THE PICS* It seems that in my rush to post all of these pics I resized some of them incorrectly, giving the impression that I spent Halloween in some Lilliputian (sp?)nightmare. I did not. It was in full size and large as life. If I am feeling up to it I may resize these photos later for general consumption. For now, please enjoy my very tiny Halloween.
The Petersons as Apollo and Aphrodite. I kept calling Doug "Hermes" all night. I think he was only a little annoyed until I had a few too many and decided that "Rip some hair out of Doug's leg" was a fun game. Please note the gold painted sandals.
Doug reminding us that he is the strong Apollo, not the quick Hermes.
Princess Susan strikes a pose in her kitchen. Many of the pics in this bunch are sponsored by what I like to call "Susan's way-too-strong-and-absolutely-delicious-Halloween-fuck-you-up-punch". I had one glass which Susan put in my hand and quickly realized that I needed to switch back to my old friend beer. Things were going to get ugly if I continued with that stuff. Too much too soon. Story of my life.
The Craigheads. Jason and Meg were...I am not really sure, other than the usual life of the party duo that they usually are.Meg had told me the night before, when I asked her when the party started, that it would not really be until about 10:30 (when she and Jason would arrive). She was right.
Erica came as Uma in Pulp Fiction, complete with adrenaline needle in chest and heroin/coke induced nose bleed. She was my makeup artist for the evening, and is responsible for the great, freeing new coif I am currently sporting.
Yours truly sitting on the couch enjoying a beer. I was told, I think by Doug, that I have one of the best "crazy" faces. This is a bit of a change from my usual mouth open crazy shot.I'm a ham and I love the spotlight.
Mighty Aphrodite! Keri and I hanging out.
Doug contemplating calling the universe, or what to drink next.
Jason joins Doug for some posing and general fun. (Shades of Sunset Beach this night folks.)
Prince Truett makes it a trio posing for the camera.
So who is the bigger ham? Jason or me?
See what I mean? I am thinking that he may have me beat in the Ham department.
The night only got a bit crazier from this point. We ended up flipping over the rug in the dining room so we could have a dance floor. The party wound up at 6 a.m. (I left at three)
Slim's came two night's later. That Sunday we played and painted. Halloween night we burned all of the artwork. Not only the pieces that we had down at Slim's but a lot of the pieces from the "Poker night" gatherings that we have been having for the past few months.
Okay, so my gift for exaggeration lent me to refer to this as a bonfire.I look at the pics and I feel like we could have been hobo's trying to keep warm around this thing. Keep in mind though, the fire is being fed by months worth of creativity
The M.C. Alan Stewart himself. Ripping up some artwork and getting ready to feed the fire.Alan was the pro at this thing. He set it up the very first year. Jason is the co-founder.
Stewie stokes the fire...
...then realizes it is fucking hot.
How much did Alan enjoy himself? Little bit, little bit.
Meg was the fire chief for the night. Her job? Making sure that no fire escaped and flew elsewhere. Her secondary job was to make sure that WE didn't catch on fire. I found out this job description after feeling her squirt my foot. "Why did you squirt my foot" I cried in dismay. "I'm sorry. You were on fire.Your foot will dry", she said. "I was?!? Well, okay then. I am going to go get more stuff to burn"
More shots of our protector from ourselves in action.
Me standing on a picnic table holding a hexagonal canvas that I had just smashed. God was that fun. I slammed that shit against the wall until it splintered into a million pieces. Jed laughs in the foreground.
Me balling up the canvas for the fire.Alan is egging me on in this picture.He's got his next piece at the ready for the flames and is imploring me to do my best Shaq impression and slam the canvas into the fire. When I did finally jump into the air and dunk it, paper flew into the air and some flames shot out like napalm in a Rambo movie.
Amy (dressed as a super fine go-go dancer on the left) with Jonathan and Alan.We were all dressed as people burning artwork.Jonathan got some great pics with his camera phone. Hope I can get them sometime.
The final piece burning. This one got it's own funeral pyre.
This was simply one of the most freeing, liberating, exhilarating nights I have ever experienced. The first time a piece of art is brought out that you REALLY love, it is hard to see it burn.There were a few that went in that I would have hung in my apartment. By halfway through, a girl in the bar actually begged me not to throw a piece into the fire. She really wanted to own the piece. She asked if there was any way we could NOT burn that one. I was so caught up in the moment, I coolly looked at her and said, simply "No". She looked shocked as I walked off with the piece to the fire.I am sure the other guys experienced similar moments.
The whole night was about fresh starts, bequeathing the past to memory and fucking some shit up.A strange pagan ritual played out in the heart of downtown Raleigh, NC. Good friends letting go, together and shouting to the sky as if it were the last night on earth. Okay, that is my gift for overstatment and embellishment coming to the forefront with it's dukes up. Let's just all agree that life is fun and the future is bright.
*NOTE ON THE PICS* It seems that in my rush to post all of these pics I resized some of them incorrectly, giving the impression that I spent Halloween in some Lilliputian (sp?)nightmare. I did not. It was in full size and large as life. If I am feeling up to it I may resize these photos later for general consumption. For now, please enjoy my very tiny Halloween.
The Petersons as Apollo and Aphrodite. I kept calling Doug "Hermes" all night. I think he was only a little annoyed until I had a few too many and decided that "Rip some hair out of Doug's leg" was a fun game. Please note the gold painted sandals.
Doug reminding us that he is the strong Apollo, not the quick Hermes.
Princess Susan strikes a pose in her kitchen. Many of the pics in this bunch are sponsored by what I like to call "Susan's way-too-strong-and-absolutely-delicious-Halloween-fuck-you-up-punch". I had one glass which Susan put in my hand and quickly realized that I needed to switch back to my old friend beer. Things were going to get ugly if I continued with that stuff. Too much too soon. Story of my life.
The Craigheads. Jason and Meg were...I am not really sure, other than the usual life of the party duo that they usually are.Meg had told me the night before, when I asked her when the party started, that it would not really be until about 10:30 (when she and Jason would arrive). She was right.
Erica came as Uma in Pulp Fiction, complete with adrenaline needle in chest and heroin/coke induced nose bleed. She was my makeup artist for the evening, and is responsible for the great, freeing new coif I am currently sporting.
Yours truly sitting on the couch enjoying a beer. I was told, I think by Doug, that I have one of the best "crazy" faces. This is a bit of a change from my usual mouth open crazy shot.I'm a ham and I love the spotlight.
Mighty Aphrodite! Keri and I hanging out.
Doug contemplating calling the universe, or what to drink next.
Jason joins Doug for some posing and general fun. (Shades of Sunset Beach this night folks.)
Prince Truett makes it a trio posing for the camera.
So who is the bigger ham? Jason or me?
See what I mean? I am thinking that he may have me beat in the Ham department.
The night only got a bit crazier from this point. We ended up flipping over the rug in the dining room so we could have a dance floor. The party wound up at 6 a.m. (I left at three)
Slim's came two night's later. That Sunday we played and painted. Halloween night we burned all of the artwork. Not only the pieces that we had down at Slim's but a lot of the pieces from the "Poker night" gatherings that we have been having for the past few months.
Okay, so my gift for exaggeration lent me to refer to this as a bonfire.I look at the pics and I feel like we could have been hobo's trying to keep warm around this thing. Keep in mind though, the fire is being fed by months worth of creativity
The M.C. Alan Stewart himself. Ripping up some artwork and getting ready to feed the fire.Alan was the pro at this thing. He set it up the very first year. Jason is the co-founder.
Stewie stokes the fire...
...then realizes it is fucking hot.
How much did Alan enjoy himself? Little bit, little bit.
Meg was the fire chief for the night. Her job? Making sure that no fire escaped and flew elsewhere. Her secondary job was to make sure that WE didn't catch on fire. I found out this job description after feeling her squirt my foot. "Why did you squirt my foot" I cried in dismay. "I'm sorry. You were on fire.Your foot will dry", she said. "I was?!? Well, okay then. I am going to go get more stuff to burn"
More shots of our protector from ourselves in action.
Me standing on a picnic table holding a hexagonal canvas that I had just smashed. God was that fun. I slammed that shit against the wall until it splintered into a million pieces. Jed laughs in the foreground.
Me balling up the canvas for the fire.Alan is egging me on in this picture.He's got his next piece at the ready for the flames and is imploring me to do my best Shaq impression and slam the canvas into the fire. When I did finally jump into the air and dunk it, paper flew into the air and some flames shot out like napalm in a Rambo movie.
Amy (dressed as a super fine go-go dancer on the left) with Jonathan and Alan.We were all dressed as people burning artwork.Jonathan got some great pics with his camera phone. Hope I can get them sometime.
The final piece burning. This one got it's own funeral pyre.
This was simply one of the most freeing, liberating, exhilarating nights I have ever experienced. The first time a piece of art is brought out that you REALLY love, it is hard to see it burn.There were a few that went in that I would have hung in my apartment. By halfway through, a girl in the bar actually begged me not to throw a piece into the fire. She really wanted to own the piece. She asked if there was any way we could NOT burn that one. I was so caught up in the moment, I coolly looked at her and said, simply "No". She looked shocked as I walked off with the piece to the fire.I am sure the other guys experienced similar moments.
The whole night was about fresh starts, bequeathing the past to memory and fucking some shit up.A strange pagan ritual played out in the heart of downtown Raleigh, NC. Good friends letting go, together and shouting to the sky as if it were the last night on earth. Okay, that is my gift for overstatment and embellishment coming to the forefront with it's dukes up. Let's just all agree that life is fun and the future is bright.
posted by TD at 3:16 PM
8 Comments:
What the hell was Ben Affleck doing trying to kiss you??
The horns freak me out a bit...
HA! No K, I he wasn't trying to kiss me. I think he was either singing an "Oo-oo-oo-oo staying alive, staying alive" or just getting in my face for fun.
I didn't even consider the kiss thing until you pointed it out. haha.
So I was right... it WAS Ben?
:)
Hahaha. Yes K, it was Ben. *sigh* In my rush to quash any coming homo-erotic comments, I missed the following.
The horns freak you out? Why?
Fire is cool.
Nice pics Tommy boy.
They're just so.... real!
Fire is cool Rae! Thanks!
K,those horns do look pretty real don't they? What I find scary is how comfortable they look upon my forehead. Like they belong there.
Looks like you all had a swell time!! Great bit of pyromania.
Post a Comment
<< Home