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in my brother’s driveway

the drunken engineer

such good hosts…

look @ alain’s doofy ass owning the passed out james

lauren from nephew’s

lazy bums eating pizza & watching steven siegal movies

san marcos river

ready to go home

New year’s eve was a fun relaxing time this year. Nothing too insane and crazy, just a good time with some close friends and people I haven’t seen in awhile. I started the day with some rolling at the gym. After I got kicked hard in the jaw (thanks john!) i sat the rest of the time out and tried to figure out the rest of the day. After debating whether it was feasible to go to San Marcos, jump in Alaina’s stretch hummer, or go down to Austin with Forrest and his buds, I decided to just stay in town and play it by ear. John, Omar, and I eventually ended up go Patrick’s party at Saint Thomas, where we hung out with Julie from the Real World and met a amazonian, but cute, pathological liar named Lucia who claimed to be a doctor from London, but eventually ended up being an 18 year old student from St. Edward’s. Other than her, there was certainly an eclectic group of individuals at this Catholic school bash. There was the fat drunk regulator guy, Patrick – the clean-cut Carlton, smokin’ hot Alejandra, and of course, the group of people that reminded me of 5th grade at St. Augustine singing some Queen lyrics as te countdown went down. That was insane! After finally capturing Omar, we left for Mark Santillion’s party in the Bend, where I saw everyone I haven’t seen in the past seven years! It was awesome to see Carline, Wes, Jason, and all the other AHS flips at Mark’s. I ate about four plates of food and a little more than four of the bullblasters, tequila shots, and the like. It was hilarious to see all those fools try to kill each other by blowing up firecrackers in unusual places like asscracks. AJ was pretty hammered. And his sister, Tammy, was well on her way. It was an interesting time. I, of course, ended up the New Year by sleeping in the backseat until I was delivered back home past 5am.

(the infamous coffee table can withstand the weight of 20 sorostitutes max)

(an average scene at the Crest townhouse)

By all clear accounts, the answer is somewhere in the neighborhood of 20. At least that is what I surmize after this weekends’ trip to my brother Kris’s place on Crest in San Marcos. I’d say those guys throw some pretty good parties. Apparently, a Pi Kapp named JDog moved in next door as well so the party space doubled in the couldesac. I think everyone in San Marcos has probably been there at one point or another.

(the back of kris’ head and justin harris drunk as usual)

I actually went down to San Marcos with Gene, Spencer, Keinan, and Joseph from work. Gene graduated from Texas State in May so he had his own people to hang out with at the Sigma Nu Lodge. They have a pretty badass place in their own right and pretty much for everyone, the whole weekend was just an avenue to get as hammered as possible. I think that, after a few 24 packs, some keg rolling, a bottle of Evan Williams and some vodka, in addition to the cheebs, we all accomplished our goal.

(next door at JDog’s)

Got back into town today. Back to the brutal world of the Suit Mafia and work beginning tommorow. Hopefully this week starts like last monday, when Brent took the entire market to the Rockets game. That was an awesome gesture!

(Brent – Market Director for the Suit Mafia)

(Rockets vs. Celtics 12.6.05)

(Suzanne – ICP Team Member)

drinkin’ it up before the party..
playin’ power hour – 60 shots/60 minutes!

in your face girl.

Kris and friends..

Hit the pinata drunk boy!

what the f*ck are you doing?

contents of pinata… fortune cookies & chopsticks

me and my brother drinkin’

Kris is a slut!

Pi Kapps – Omicron Class

All in all, a fun night!

LOL! I have no idea who left that there!

Throwing a 3 keg party for 300 people = friend’s & pledges’s money

Breaking up two fights = lost beer

Having the cops breaking down the door because some drunken local drives drunk into the curb, assaults Danny, & tries to barricade himself in your house = roommate’s poor bong broken by cops & and a busted down door

Burning the dude’s doo-rag after he gets arrested and hauled away = priceless!