cray

pants of the end times

lady sovereign & missy elliot will blast yr brains out harder than a nuclear holocaust.

even though my state is still super duper red, yesterday turned out pretty ok, yeah? i mean, besides our whole governor situation. seriously, this whole “no term limits” thing is pretty much one of the worst ideas ever, right above my recurring issue with Eating Too Much Fried Cheese.

so last night COULD have been the end of the world… but not really, cos that actually happened on saturday night when we threw an “apocalypse WOW!” party at henri’s house. everyone’s always talking about avian flu and nuclear bombs and global warming blah blah blah but helloooooo the apocalypse is what you MAKE of it, people. and WE made it freaking awesome.

here’s yr hostess, as tank girl (from the comic, NOT the annoying lori petty kind):

yes, i felt extremely kickass in my costume. and yes, i took a ton of pictures cos honestly i don’t think i will ever look or feel this hardcore again. and yes i put one… ok, two… on myspace.

notice my gun. yes, i will kill you.

meet the host, battle ready jesus:

oh c’mon, you KNOW he ain’t gonna be meek.

since the end of the world is a common theme on the Best Show of All Time (i’m not gonna translate that for you cos you should know), mandy dressed as one of the Gentleman (eeeeee) and meredith came as evil willow.

that is some serious heebie jeebies, ya’ll.

ray dressed up like some dude from “28 days later,” but i haven’t seen it cos I DO NOT WATCH SCARY MOVIES. his cousin, ben, came as a christian soldier. you can see the hiiiiilarious back of his t-shirt (which he bought at fiesta, obvs) on my flickr.

tim was exposed to radiation, so his unborn twin grew out of his body (or something like that).

the best part about tim’s costume was the looks he got when asking store clerks where he could find baby parts.

josh arrived dressed as… well… you know.

and perhaps the most HORRIFYING costume of all:

per usual, the party got a little cray. i blame battle ready jesus for starting it.

the fog machine ended up filling the whole house with smoke, which set off all of detectors. you know you’ve got a good party when alarms are going off and you can’t see any of the 15 people around you on the dance floor.

occassionally, the fog cleared…

see sometimes it’s better not to be able to see.

of course when the crayness set in, ray took my goggles, as expected.

anyone who was at my 2003 birthday bowling car wash party will experience some extreme deja vu looking at the above picture.

by the end of the night, the apocalypse HAD gotten a little scary.

seriously. WHOAH. josh. gah.

but all in all, it was a glorious night, cos my poccies know how to party like it’s the end times.

cheers to the end of one (political) world and (hopefully) the beginning of a whole new one. Y2K!!!!