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

A taste of things to come:

Walker Robins, Scott Richter, and Jay Huff... (and more people not pictured) dancing to Britney Spears.

Sorry for the tease, but no long post tonight.

I just got back from my Grandpa's funeral and aside from having my lifeforce drained from 7 hours driving, I also realised that every male on the Wilson side of my family not only looks alike, but they are not strapping young gents. That's why I figure I'm adopted.

But again, I'm sorry for the tease, but the post must wait until tomorrow morning. I'm going to sleep... at 8pm

~Taylor Wilson, Staff President.

 

This video always relaxes me.

Hope it did the same for you.

~Taylor Wilson, Staff President

P.S. Let me know if it doesn't work.

EDIT: dumped the video so I could play Boys and Girls by Blur.

Thank you all for your comments. When I woke up I felt loved--

even more so than I normally feel.

I had an amazing dream too. I guess it's actually classified as a nightmare, but then again EVERY memorable dream I've had since 6th grade has been a nightmare--fo serious. Maybe I'll make a post about all my reoccuring nightmares someday and get 1 eprop for my troubles.

Last night I went to bed early.. well mignight... and when my REM kicked in it was beautiful... I had a dream where Zombies overran the OKC area. That might not be a fun dream for many people, but I've watched so many damn zombie movies lately that I'm pretty proficient in zombie exterminating.

The undead were sort of like the undead from Night of the Living Dead-- anyone familiar with those zombies knows that they're normally very slow, but strong and dangerous in numbers. I was just thankful they weren't the zombies from 28 days later or Dawn of the Dead*-- those zombies are too fast and you can get infected too easily with them.

So it starts out I'm driving around near 39th Expressway.. I guess to go see my Dad at work, then all of a sudden I see these odd characters attacking a woman. Well I don't stand for that in real life, so I definitely wasn't going to in my dream where I have even MORE ungodly powers.

You know how in dreams, you can conjure up items just for the heck of it? Well I didn't give myself a gun or anything, that's for pansies. Instead, I got this:

A Cricket Bat

Ok, so that is the coolest melee weapon ever... So I run over to the distressed lady only to find out, holy shit, she's getting torn to shreds--and I was next. Or not; I smacked those zombies so hard that their decayed heads flew through a Walgreens window... both of them. The rest is pretty much a rushed flurry where I'm stomping--yes, stomping, with steel-toed boots-- zombies left and right. I go and save my mom, my dad, my sister, and a bunch of other people... it was like the game "Zombies Ate My Neighbors."

Well really that's the whole point of this post, so I hope you all enjoyed. Chances are you didn't read the story. Hey oh well. Next post will probably be killer.

~Taylor Wilson, Staff President

Grandpa passed away this afternoon.

It had to go and freeze today, too, damn it.

It seems like the only good thing about today is that my counter finally went over 14,000...

That, and I made a couple banners.

I hope tomorrow is a better day... and a better post.

~Taylor Wilson, Staff President

This is my good friend, Matt.

He is peeing.

Click here to view his site.

P.S. Thank you everyone for your prayers. Grandpa made it another day.

I don't ask this of anyone much,

but please pray for my Grandpa.

I was woken up to my mom telling me I need to go see him; really she meant that I need to go see Grandma. You see, last night, the doctor finally told Grandma the grim news: Grandpa will probably not make it through today.

Today I must do something I've never wanted to do; today I must watch someone close to me die. I have to watch how it affects my family. No-- I don't forward to today at all.

Please keep Arnold Wilson in your prayers today.

*EDIT* Well, I just got back from the hospital, and the doctors say he won't make it through the night. Grandpa's heart rate was bouncing between 155 and 180 beats per minute; his heart will end up failing. That brings another mess upon my family, since currently they're deciding whether or not to resuscitate (aka use the shock pads on) my grandpa after his heart fails. It's not worth resuscitating him, as there's a good chance that doing so could fracture his ribs in the process-- by which then he'd have to deal with more pain AND a very unsteady heart WHILE fighting off a disease. My Grandma is being stubborn though and is refusing to sign the form to void resuscitation. I feel horrible for her because Grandpa is all she's ever had, and now she's trying to find ways to keep him alive, but it's all in vain and is terminally turning Grandpa to the worse.

I won't go on anymore tonight. With tomorrow will come another post. I'll try to make it as happy as possible. It's amazing how sleep negates any mood... I hope it works its magic tonight.

~Staff President, Taylor Wilson

P.S. This is a minor side note and has nothing to do with the real purpose of my post, but I've created my own Blogring, and I think everyone should join.

Happy New Year, Xangites.

Here's the great new year of 2-0-0-5, and along with it, the rebirth of my fanatically worshiped site.

Last night was extra groovy; I actually consider today as an extension of yesterday, as I've not gone to sleep yet--Yes, it's 10:24 am where I am now--but Xanga is oh so important so I must continue.

NOTE: This first post will be rather weak since I'm getting back in the groove, but I'll be sure to deliver pictures.

This year's eve had an even greater gathering than last year. Our group of friends tends to stick out even amongst piss-ass drunk vagrants wandering the streets of Downtown OKC. We even had the amazing John Duncan in town for this year... really--what more could you ask for?

Enough of the introduction--or whatever pathetic excuse of text that was-- here's the usual suspects:

The Guys:

Dane, Aaron, Drew, My Head, John, Wade, Josiah and Wes. (wtf--Alec not Pictured?)

The Gals:

Adrienne, Katy, John*, Caitlin, Jesse, Lisa, and Half of Wade*

*-indicates non-female

So opening night was really quite a hit. The band was pretty good, and Drew and Alec's seat was the best... seriously:


if you couldn't tell--even after my mad photography skill-- they are actually sitting on Walk/Don't Walk signs on the corner nearby the giant PVC pipe ball.

The only thing that could have given our group away more was our non-stop picture taking... my favorite picture is probably:

"Makeshift Ultrasound"

We spread joy to everyone throughout that damn city last night--from the heart of bricktown to the crowded parking lots jammed bumper to bumper with cars.

Here are some random friends we made in the parking lot. Amazing who you meet when you dance around the car blaring techno-disco-rock (like the butt-rockin-good Electric Six). I mean you can tell these people are booming with hilarity.

So, in closing, who enjoyed New Years Eve?

Josiah, Katy, John, Aaron and Wade's arm sure did.

Caitlin and Wade are! --Katy looks like she's crying though.

I'm pretty sure Katy cheered up due to being in Alec's grasp.... of course it's no Taylor-Teddy-Cuddle, but whatever.

I was busy with AUDIO... well I mean busy in the most innocent way. Who could suspect that cherub face of doing anything bad? I know-- I'm perfect......................................ly conceited.

Any who... hope you had as good of a New Year's Eve as I did...

FINIS

p.s. early new years morning--not so good--
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And as the phoenix rises, so shall my Xanga (again)

I know you all are very excited... I tend to give Xanga another chance every few months. We'll see how this operation works out.

~Staff President, Taylor Wilson

Oh, and wish me a happy belated birthday while you're here... it was December 21st

A message from the staff:

Here's the deal, Xanga started out as a project for me to reach the public. As of late, all I've done is offend people whom I should not be offending. For those reasons, I have decided to shut down my site. If my absence saddens you, make sure you're on my subscription list and I'll do my best to keep in touch. If not, then leave a comment and I'll do my best to add you.

Sorry if this is abrupt. I just made a big mistake--that's all.

~Taylor F Wilson