Thanksgiving #1

Here are the much awaited pictures from the second annual pre-Thanksgiving celebration at Kansas.





My favorite part of the evening? Realizing that I could go home anytime I wanted and not be responsible for cleaning up in the morning.


Unfortunately that elation was tempered by the vision of my own kitchen turned upside down from the preparation of the  pomegranate guacamole, maple glazed carrots, and jello mold.


After everyone stuffed themselves, the boys and girls reacted to the to the combination of the tryptophan and homemade absinthe differently. Let’s take a look.


Boys:



Girls:



Yeah, that’s right. Dominoes and lapdancing.

9 Comments »

  1. raz

    November 25, 2003 @ 11:24 am

    1

    hmm, perhaps the late night action was preconceived?

  2. raz

    November 25, 2003 @ 11:24 am

    2

    hmm, perhaps the late night action was preconceived?

  3. raz

    November 25, 2003 @ 11:24 am

    3

    hmm, perhaps the late night action was preconceived?

  4. Swans

    November 25, 2003 @ 12:41 pm

    4

    Raz, you’re such a gossip hound!

  5. Swans

    November 25, 2003 @ 12:41 pm

    5

    Raz, you’re such a gossip hound!

  6. Swans

    November 25, 2003 @ 12:41 pm

    6

    Raz, you’re such a gossip hound!

  7. Smells

    November 25, 2003 @ 12:58 pm

    7

    I am beginning to question if those earplugs you wear late night aren’t some type of listening devices. You shouldn’t live life so vicariously, I’m sure you’d have been welcomed with open arms, and legs.

  8. Smells

    November 25, 2003 @ 12:58 pm

    8

    I am beginning to question if those earplugs you wear late night aren’t some type of listening devices. You shouldn’t live life so vicariously, I’m sure you’d have been welcomed with open arms, and legs.

  9. Smells

    November 25, 2003 @ 12:58 pm

    9

    I am beginning to question if those earplugs you wear late night aren’t some type of listening devices. You shouldn’t live life so vicariously, I’m sure you’d have been welcomed with open arms, and legs.

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