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December 31, 1999 It was to be the End Times. Fire and brimstone were to rain out of the heavens along with airplanes, nuclear missiles, satellites and everything else. There was to be panic in the streets, lines at stores, shortages in the aisles. One had to look no further for signs of the impending apocalypse than the fact that Doug was hosting and I was driving. Like the potato gun though, it was more hype than hysteria and much like in fairytales we all lived happily ever after. Well, at least until the next morning when the hangovers began. |  | |
  | December 11, 1999 Train keeps a rolling with this, the third weekend party in a row. This time the hangover is courtesy of my friend Chris Shavor's roaring 20's holiday party back down in Walnut Creek. A bit different mix than the Thanksgiving party, and always a good time. I picked up not one but two
drink recipes this time while I was down there. | |
December 4, 1999 Roy holds the fifth annual holiday party at my house for the second year running. Another really nice party and I don't have to drive! Woohoo! We even managed to get everybody to clear out and go to Ageena court to look at the pretty lights. | | |
| | November 26, 1999 Yeah, I know it's been a while since I put anything in here: not that I haven't been going to parties, mind you. I've just been shooting normal stock for archival purposes. Anyway, the holiday season parties kicked off this year with a the annual Wolfeboro dinner over at Shavor's house the day after Turkey Day. | |
September 12, 1999 I dunno what happend--I managed to get by for 26 years without major incident, and then WHAM! I tripped headlong into a bad case of social conscience from out of the blue. While I'm currently searching for cures, I dragged my sorry ass and a few compatriots with me down to the Capital for the 1999 AIDS Walk. |  | |
| | September 4, 1999 I decided what with this being the last weekend of the last summer of the last decade of the 1900s, we needed to have a BBQ, goddamnit. Meat was grilled. Hootch was drunk (both Harpers' and homebrew), kamikazes were downed, Doug pushed booze on people, Young Dave passed out repeatedly and a goodly number of people made it back to the safety of their own homes to puke. That's the way its supposed to be done. | |
August 21, 1999 I've known Renee and Renee's mom Shellie for a long time and work with both.
So, its only natural that when Renee would turn 21 we'd all head out for a
little legal bar initiation. | | |
| | After Shavor telling everyone that he wasn't having his summertime BBQ and he wasn't having his summertime BBQ...he had his summertime BBQ. | |
August, 1999 Hank receives a mighty head wound. Actually, it's a lot funnier than it sounds... NOT FOR THE SQUEAMISH |  | |
| | July 31, 1999 Heather turns 30 and for some reason neither Greg manage to get a picture of the birthday girl. An all-star cast shows up and I party hard and get pretty buzzed for about four and a half hours before cutting out for another party. It's two days later and I am still hung over..
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July 4, 1999 For the second year in a row, Hank and I decided to head off to Squaw Valley to take in the last of the 1998-1999 snow, and I mean the last of the 1998-1999 snow. We capped the day of skiing off with a nice little BBQ over at Geoff and Jen's, whereat we lit off a bunch of fireworks in an ad hod session with the neighbors across the street. We could even see the fireworks from Cal Expo (but not, as Cheryl was quick to remind us several times, as good as we could see them from her house). |  | |
| | June 18, 1999 Well, Dave finally graduated from college and apparently ran out of reasons he couldn't make a proper woman of Molly. While that may prove a somewhat daunting task in the long run, he's made the first steps in that direction by getting engaged to her. And, of course, what's an engagement but an excuse to consume mass quantities?. | |
May 29, 1999 Young Dave made the final transition from slacker to slacker with a diploma, being one of the last of the House gang to have been actively pursuing one. To be fair, he's also started a lot longer than the rest of us. Now our only graduation hopes are for our friends in graduate school and that Big Dave will get off his ass and finally finish his schoolin' (kidding, of course...) Amazingly, despite our proximity to loads of alcohol and Dave's more conservative friends, we managed not to directly offend anyone (to the best of my knowledge anyways). We had two things working in our favor, though: we weren't drinking that much and Hank wasn't there. | | |
| | May 15, 1999 One might get the impression that this year is Maria and KristiB dominated. It's not, really, it just seems to be turning out that way photographically (well, I'm saving the boring ones for myself--who really wants to see me lurking around Safety Town, eh?) Anyways, Maria decided for the second time that she was going to leave her radio gig here in town to pursue another job--this time editing for the venerable KCBS out in San Francisco. Much to everyone's chagrin, there was a piñata who was bought WITH THE INTENTION OF HITTING IT WITH A SOCK FULL OF SOAP! Now, it's not like this is a bad idea all by itself, but we've had horrible,
tragic incidents with this sort of thing before and this was done with intent and malice aforethought. Miraculously, a number of people managed to swing at the paper fish with the only casualty being Roy's sock. Roy proved to have been somewhat less than fully domesticated when he said, forlornly, "that was my good sock, too".. | |
May 8, 1999
<wejencomment>This year was sure something for birthdays</wejencomment>. My friend Kristi turned 26 and, being the inviting kind she is, held the get-together at her own house (and she actually planned it that way!) Always the consummate hostess, she insisted on giving Mo and I a ride back to Mo's at night's end when I was a bit too UI to D rather than us suffer the wiles of local cab service.. |  | |
 | April 10, 1999
The weekend after Easter has, for the last few years, been both Picnic Day as well as Peep Off. This year the former was a week later, so I could do both--in future years Peep Off will probably win out. Nothing like seeing a bunch of fools choke down a mass of marshmallow fluff. I've got a whole 'nother site devoted to it--the link will take you elsewhere. | |
April 3, 1999
You know, nothing makes me feel like drinking like the family holidays (or shooting guns for that matter), and Easter is no exception. Unfortunately, Easter falls on a Sunday, and a | | |
| | March 27-28, 1999 So my friend KristiB has this friend of a friend thing going on this cabin about two blocks from Heavenly in Tahoe. She was kind enough to invite a bunch of us fools up there for a weekend of drinking, gambling, eating and skiing. All were done to excess in a marathon weekend. Saturday was the dinner, at which everybody busted out with their special something. Amazingly, despite all the factors working against us, nobody got hurt, even hurtling down the snow hill in pitch blackness. | |
March 20, 1999 Maria turned 27 this year and, of course, much drinking was in order. We started the evening with what had become something of a recent tradition: a "surprise" party over at the Spag Fag. The | |