whistles

introducing...Buck 63

Dear Morgan,

I love you.

painting with m. dunnet

the department of codependency department

I have so oversaturated myself with these people that I almost don't want to see any of them for, say, at least 72 hours:









too bad they are all such great cooks, hanger-overs, dancers, sleeping partners, and, AND -- they don't talk shit about me behind my back like all my other friends. Especially You, Beckstar!*












* becks you know I kid. plus if it wasn't for my competitive nature and your rad blog I wouldn't be on here at all. Just sayin'.

Friday Afternoon Dance Competition

Watch and learn...



P.S. this is one of my best friends in the whole wide world...Yeah, you're jealous.

From the Codependency Department of Codependency

a.k.a. the best Halloween ever.


Randy as Waldo, Mika as Randy, Joni as Clinton, and Clinton as Magnum PI...which is himself, kind of

This costume brilliance came to Jay-O and I after the longest day of "hurtin' for sure"...I somewhat shellshocked as a result of less than four hours of sleep and a familial explosion (not mine), while Jay-O suffered from a torrential case of hanging over as well as a disarming lack of cell phone (which she later found...under her bed).


Is this (somewhat freudian) picture hot, or creepy? Probably...just creepy


So much Mikandy love.

My attention to detail is frightening: an airbrush of Randy's tattoo

Saturday evening found us rocking out in fine fashion as Tina Turner, Slash and Axl Rose tore Shaughnessy a new one:


I ripped a big hole in her fishnets...Sorry


You know where you are? You're in the Jungle, Baby!

On Friday we rocked out at the Emily Carr Cabaret, where Patty C cruised around knocking people over in rollerblades as...himself, kind of:


This was posed 3.4 seconds after wiping out on his sick blades, dude!

Sara was fierce (Yeah, I said it...) as a sexy Viking:
(I will point out that this beautiful costume took us exactly 36 minutes to execute...Anyone want to hire me as a wardrobe assistant? I'm available after January...)




Sometimes Beefeater Lime Gin can really get to you...

Other Halloween highlights included the hottest Hot Cops I have ever seen:

T-dot, as a banana:


"I'm a banana!"

Jablonsky, as the cutest Little Red Riding Hood on record:

Jono, dressed up as (what else?) a Boy:


I think he is adjusting his moon boots.

Travis, as some sort of wasted rocker skid: (I know, what costume?)


Someone on my Flickr account commented "More of this guy!"

Natsicle, looking super ballin':


I heard she has a mean 3-pointer

Greg, flying in from NYC to be this awesome:

His name is Devil Kneival.

The lovely Kara stopped by to be a Kara-Kat:

She's fast. Like a cat.



Where's Waldo, Magnum? Oh, there he is


Joni adjusts her 'stache as the Dreamer rocks out


Every good Halloween party has a Hunter S. Thompson...and a room full of drugs. True Story.


So. Much. Awesome.


All in all, a good effort was made by all. I can't wait til next year...or can I? Thanks to all the party throwers and revelers who kept it real for our fine posse.