January 10, 2005

• A night to remember

  
  

  Hello everyone, and thank you for stopping by and seeing my Xanga. Tonight, or today--really whenever you're reading this-- I've decided to tell you the story of a night full of love, regret, compassion, humor... or if you're Dax, then it's a story full of Vodka.

  
  

  This is the Story of Doobie's Party Friday night.

  
  

  I remember it like it was two nights ago... All week I had been going through some tough times with Grandpa passing away. The only thing I could hope for was a way to unwind. It all came to me as I was randomly looking through people's away messages; Juvi2d's away message was simple enough: "party. my house. be there." What a beckoning...
  Quickly, I readied myself...
  
  Per-funk myself time:
  
  NOTE: the hair must always be perfect.

  
  

  I got to see a lot of my good friends from the Summer: I got to see a lot of my good friends from the Summer: Doobie, Max Gag, William Wood, Jay Huff, John Damiani, Stormy Archer, Walker Robins, Scott Richter, Nick Naife, the Twins (Abbey and Allison), Rhetta. I also got to see a lot of my friends from high school: John Baber, Joel Akins, Adam Rittenberry, Petra Lusche, Samee Shirazi, Dan Meunier, Dax Williams, and Rob Reining... really just too many people to name off.

  
  

  
  

  I grabbed my Captain Morgan left over from New Years and got myself over there. Perhaps I was a little early because Dale was the only person truly drunk at the time.

  
  

  
  I feel no real caption is needed for this picture

  
  

  Everything seemed pretty normal at first; Doobie, the Twins, Toria, Rhetta, and Dale were playing a drinking game... Dale was losing, of course.

  
  

  Seemed like just another party at first, but thirty minutes later in another room...:

  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  That's right... a bunch of shirtless guys dancing around can only mean one thing... Doobie rented a Britney Spears dance video--

  
  

  
  NOTE: the movie was Darren's Dance Moves-- thanks Doobie.

  
  

  Doobie and I soon got to directing them:
  
  
  John Damiani's back is so beautiful.

  
  

  Oh.. I'm getting off track... Rittenberry came out of nowhere and this is the look he had after walking in and seeing that sight--
  
  you can almost hear biggie sayin' "I donnoe bout dat"

  
  

  The energy was a little too much for me, so I had to sit down for a spell and, I don't know, maybe aqua-massage my feet?
  
  Only the most bitching parties have these... wait a second,

  
  

  Those damn sexy legs aren't mine...
  
  They're Walker's!

  
  

  Sorry ladies--or guys (I really don't know everyone's preferences)-- he's taken. Rhetta is probably one of the luckiest girls ever... then again... Walker's pretty lucky too.

  
  

  Their relationship is proof that couples can meet on Xanga... hint... hint...

  
  

  Okay well onto further business:

  
  

  There were so many people at this party...
  I'm only sorry I didn't take even more pictures.

  
  

  We're talking about people I don't even know... for instance:
  
  THIS GUY! WHO IS THIS GUY?! WHY DID I TAKE A PICTURE OF HIM?

  
  

  I don't know.. I only know that I was sailing with the Captain...
  
  Rhetta and I-- being true pirates... and I think Damiani's arm.

  
  

  This was my drunkest of the night perhaps... everything seemed picture-worthy...

  
  

  
  From Jay Huff eating Ice Cream (I'm sorry to all the Ladies who now have to change their underwear),

  
  

  
  and all these people outside and smoking,

  
  

  
  to MinDan sporting Max's Mom's coat,

  
  

  
  and a plant having a period...? Thanks to Daniel Miley for cleaning it up.

  
  

  It was really time for me to get myself together and take pictures that would mean stuff to me.. not that Jay Huff doesn't mean anything to me... whatever... so I took it upon myself to have some group photos.

  
  

  
  The first one we have is the Fearsome Foursome-- this group throughout high school was always causing trouble. No one in Memorial was safe from our clever invention--the Knocker. The knocker is so ingenius that I can not tell anyone about it, just know that if you ever went to Memorial, you probably know at least three people who were knockered and neither they nor you know it. You shall always fear us.

  
  

  
  This looks like it could be a DMR Band CD Cover.

  
  

  My next group picture is one I'll treasure forever and is also one that anyone from Edmond and on Xanga can appreciate; it's a picture with four Xangites striking a pose... not just any Xangites-- four well-known and revered Xangites:

  
  

  
  -----Stormy ------- Doobie------------ Max ---------and Me-------

  
  

  While I'm talking about Xangites, I would like to bring up one very important persona--a certain William Wood--whom we all wish would come back to the Xanga scene.

  
  

  William "the King" Wood
  
  Don't be against Xanga anymore.

  
  

  There's one thing that probably none of you notice so I'll point it out: Those aviators are mine. They were my third pair, and I gave to the King as a peace offering... time to buy another pair. Good thing they're just 7.99 at 7-11.

  
  

  Speaking of which, I think perhaps one of my favorite Xangan's is Stormy Archer, I always find his posts refreshing, and I highly suggest you all to visit his Xanga (the link is at the top, along with everyone else's) and enjoy his Zen-full theme. Also, if you talke video game, Stormy is your man.

  
  

  
  I argued with Stormy over who is better in Street Fighter-- Zangief or Ken; I say Zangief. You can't match his powerful grapples in damage!

  
  

  Little did I know others were listening to us--
  
  until I took their picture at least. They look really interested... well Caitlin almost does.

  
  

  ...and did I mention that Stormy is the generous type?
  Donating his last bits of change for a late-night Taco Bell runner.

  
  

  
  Well after Max's street fighter pose, I was about done and needed to go...

  
  

  so I'll end this post with pictures of the last thing I saw at this party...

  
  

  Dale--still messed up--- getting his head shaved:
  
  
  

  
  

  One nasty hairclog...

  
  

  And then I was off. Thank you all for stopping by and I'm sure this will happen all the time when I have my own house... until then.....................................

  
  

  ~Taylor Wilson, Staff President

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