PS13 - More! Parties
See also: Nights Out (PS9), Parties (PS12).
The first part of this series subsection is from Joe's apartment party a few weekends ago, which was five-star awesome.
It had been nearly a near since I'd seen Joe; Quinn I hadn't seen in
a while, and Heather I met for the first time. Aside from that sudden euphoria,
Colin needs to protect his stash. =) From left to right: Colin Brown,
Heather, Joe Chisholm, Quinn Robson.
Colin: "Look... it's like... so tall..." You could fit a lot of (Gatorade)
in that (sports bottle).
That's Joe's old buddy CW on the right.
Colin showing off his rhododendrons.
It's Steve! Steve rules.
This is Sin. By apperance alone it seems Sarah has her well-trained.
=)
Oh! She disappeared!
Wow, she's like a genie or something.
Ally Haas (former vocalist for the Adult Contemporaries) explaining
something.
Sticker Shock Steve: "Augh! Too much money!"
Riding without a helmet? Tch-tch.
Our hosts... and probably the quietest people there. "You're setting
the bar pretty high," Joe said to me once. Unfortunately, he was referring
to my volume and not my website. =) After I took this picture my camera
battery died, otherwise I would have taken pictures of Sarah and probably
my friend Evan as well.
I think that was the best party ever.
The usual suspects, in the Brown's basement. That's CW again on the
right.
Evan Brown (middle), Colin Brown (right).
Chris Boyne, one of the funniest guys around, but lately he's as seldom
seen as Newfoundland Rob. Followers of his now-defunct website will be
pleased to know that he now has his very own VW bus.
My cousin Colin's birthday party at Jack Astor's. From left to right:
Uncle Cliff, Erin, Stuart, Aunt Heather, Colin, Colin's girlfriend (foreground).
I suppose I should take the fact that all of my first cousins besides Alex
and Erin (who aren't as old as my computer) have been in longer relationships
than I have ever been in as a sign of something, but I'm not sure what.
I'll probably see most of them get married before I move on to the third
girl I've ever kissed. =) "William, stop dwelling!" Alright, alright.
I'm just being funny - if my self-deprecating humour can make other people
laugh, then it's well worth it. I feel better about myself than this website
probably indicates. And why am I talking about me so much when this is
Colin's birthday party?
Just thought I'd throw in a few pictures from my mom's camera: (November 15th, 2003)
Poor Erin; she's too young to know that alcohol is not the answer.
From left to right: Sarah McWhinney (guitarist for the Adult
Contemporaries!), Colin Brown.
At the Halifax International Tatoo (Halifax Metro Centre). That's Jon
on the right.
The heck with pro wrestling, this is real entertainment value! Well,
especially to me and my friends because the tickets were free, but the
prices were reasonable nonetheless.
Everyone in the Tatoo, at the end of the Tatoo. The Tatoo is essentially
an international variety show, though I felt that this year's was a trifle
overloaded with pipe and drum acts. Still, though, there's nothing like
the sound a couple of hundred bagpipes playing the same song. A lot of
my acquaintances were actually in the Tatoo choir, notably Mike's girlfriend
Jen (both seen elsewhere on this site). My acquaintance
Alison (the one I'm not really on speaking terms with) said she was going
to miss one of the Russian dancers when he went back home, but I think
if I was in the Tatoo, I'd miss the Estonians (in white). =)
The next slough of pictures are from Ben's place, where he let us use his digital camera. Nice guy. (Photos courtesy of Ben Hazlehurst. Most pictures taken by CW and I - but just about everyone took at least a few shots.) There's a lot of pictures here; CW was interested in taking good candids, and I was just glad to be able to freely use a digital camera for the first time in nearly a year.
In Dalhousie Life Sciences, they teach you about funneling Pur Source.
I'm sure of it.
Me and my crew.
The man himself: Ben.
Try that with a 35mm automatic!
Explaining why his department is a better place to meet girls than
the SMU English Department. Sadly, I very quickly agreed with him. My friend
Joe went to univeristy to find truth, and I went to find girls. He found
a girl, and I found the "truth." Maybe we should switch places or something.
The guy on the right is Alex. He has one of the best non-fake British
accents ever.
All that beer's gotta go somewhere!
We were all talking about the hottest girls at CPA, and so for laughs
I said, "You know who the cutest, hottest, most wonderful of them all is?"
(Dramatic pause.) "Laura Broo-owwww-!!!" (Evan begins hitting me.)
Ha-ha.
This picture would make CW's brother Alex
(another Alex) retch at my utter ineptitude. And that's exactly why I'm
posting it.
Soon enough, it was time for (me, anyway) to go. For those thinking to use the railway trestle over the Sackville River as a shortcut after two-thirty in the morning, here's some advice: don't. There are these planks on the shore side of it that can be used as a walkway, but the very thin railing is really only there as an afterthought, and the feeling of a plank under your right foot making a flop when you're fifty feet above a river isn't the most pleasant thing in the world. I then decided to walk across on the ties, concentrating on one step at a time, and trying not to think about what could happen if I was a little skinnier and I missed a step. For an instant shudder of mortal terror, I need only think about leaning over that railing to have it give, and -- oh, no. So take my advice and give elevated railway crossings a miss. Walking on the tracks on a regular rail bed is probably tolerably safe if you have your wits about you, but this is totally different. Stick to the sidewalk!