1997 Summer Bash (House Warming)

Our house warming party welcomes our new home and dog Sam, the Golden Retriever.

The Attendees (38)s

Rich and Lisa
Jeanne, Eric, and the gang
Chiwei and Sue-Jeanne
Lori Moon and Adam
George and MJ
Eirien and Tim
Steve and Melody
Bob and Sally
Steve and Lynn
Julie and Ron
Chris Kapilla and Michelle
John Bickley and Marylin
Beth Kester and Bob
Kedra and cousin Erin.
Alix, Gwen, Brigitte, Stewart
Mike Brown, Donna, Patrick, Nancy

Special thanks to those crazy people from the bay area that flew up just for the party. George Hill and MJ Austin you are the best. Not only did they fly up for the party, they actually most of the setup work and nearly all of the cleanup work. Way cool!. Karen and I definately appreciate your efforts. This is not the first time either. You guys flew up last year during my surprise B-Day party. Thanks

	Karen (in the background) and MJ prepare the munchies which will be quickly and efficiently consumed by the party goers. Of course presampling is approved and highly encouraged.
Yes, this is my pool table and it is way cool. Well, actually, it was the only piece of furniture I was allowed to purchase for the new home. No, no, no, really it is just the party magnet.
	The wonderful outdoors in the Pacific NW. The weather cooporated during the party, it stopped raining long enough to step outside to view the clouds.
Aren't they a cute couple! How do you like the oak cabinets and white nuker? Aren't they cute too?
	What are they eating? Moreover, why? Note that everyone was required to sign an agreement not to hold me liable for any damages done to their stomachs due to the high octane in the chili.

Chris, Chiwei, and Ron are discussing the affect humanity has on the blue whale.

Liz (on the left) is clobbering Eric's (the Mac weannie) butt (on the right). I don't know about you, but I find this pretty embarrassing considering Liz had never played before. Perhaps Eric was contemplating what he will do for a living once the last Mac is incinerated. After all, there is a limit on how many door stops the world really needs.

From left to right, Jeanne, Steve, and Stewart. Here Stewart bows his head after suffering a battering defeat at the hands of Washington Liz. If you are wondering where Liz is, she is outside advertising to the rest of the world of her dramatic victory over Eric and Stewart. The neighbors called the police indicating to the officers that they just didn't give a shit and didn't really know what a Mac was other than a Big Mac.

Lou (me on the left) and George (on the right) are wondering if they have had enough to drink. Concluding that it is not possible to have enough, they then turn to the matter of what to drink next. Several options come to mind, B-52s, Black and White Russians, shots of tequila, Long Island Ice Teas, etc. Given the state of mind that we were in, we were unable to pick one. So, we did what any self respecting partier would do, we had them all.

Sally (left) and Michelle (right) discuss why the hell they are at this party. Figuring that they are way above the mental level of this party, they decide to pose as police officers and arrest Liz for her display after hammering Eric the Mac at pool.

 

Don't even think about it, Gwen (left) and Lou (right) are just good friends. Gwen is an up scale model. She can be seen in local and national magazines showing off high fashion and blue collar attire. Gwen also has a large brain and works at the lazy B (Boeing) as a trainer.

Lory (left), Eirien (middle), and Adam (right) aren't really talking. They are merely staring into the void. They have had a bit to much to drink and are unable to compose a clear and concise sentence. We found them later on standing exactly where you see them. They had not moved for well over 4 hours. It took us 2 days to remove the permanent foot prints engraved in our hard wood floor.

My wife Karen (left), our neighbors (in order left to right) Melody, Steve, and their son Cameron. Steve looks tired because he just bought a tractor with front digging bucket and rear hole digger. He spent all day Saturday playing with his new toy. The rest of us just watched in admiration. Karen and Melody are wondering what the hell makes men do such silly things.

After several hours of drinking John (left), Marylin (middle), and Lou (right and yours truely) just hang out and discuss nothing. Way to many brain cells have been sacrificed and thus preventing neurons from firing. After several minutes of useless attempts at producing a meaningful, Lou finally spits out "Well, so when is the next party?"

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