Fun with Photos! (Party Edition!)
This is a cake. A very. Very. Tasty cake. And purty too! My maa was the wiltonator, I merely did the baking and art direction. :)
This is the exceptionally beautiful, and even more talented G. Monkey, preparing to slice and dice her cake.
This would be most of the "Motley Crue" who attended the shindig. From left to right (starting in the back row) we have: Mr. Doc, G. Monkey's Brudda, Scuba Steve, Mrs. Pop Deluxe,& Kael(row 2)Tiff-a-rama, (G. Monkey's bud from way back), The future Mrs. G. Monkey's Brudda, "My Head's On Fire!" girl (black top), Kneeling we have Doc, G. Monkey (seated), The Professor, and Horsty (kneeling). Seated, Mr. G. Monkey, Diesel (who was very bummed, as she had to wear her big-girl panties), and me.
Stoltz-a-ma-fus was behind the camera.
Additional pictures to come- there's a great one of the professor and his beer, and a few more. Whee!
posted by Special Sauce @ 7:48 PM
14 Comments:
AWESOME cake, ET. The IGs would drool alllllll over themselves.
G Monkey's party looks like it was fun...glad you had a good time.
Still got the mojo going til you hear from Chillin & Yoot....but if I disappear for a day or 2, it's because I am in the midst of Harry Potter 6, which does not allow for multitasking as I have it in audio form and can't pay attention and type at the same time.
Well I'll be....
Looks like we have mutual friendly acquaintances IRL....
Didn't know he called himself g.monkey, though... hehehe And why is her hair on fire?
Anon-a-ma-fus?
And ah, he doesn't call himself that, but his wife is the incomprable, talented, and utterly fabulous G. Monkey, therefore, he's Mr. G. Monkey. (Though, Grand Master 'Meleon may be better suited?)
Hair's on fire from halloween, long story, she's a very sweet girl, with very flammable hair.
(And you realize you're driving me mad, right? For I know Stoltz-a-ma-fus, and Monkey at Home, and Horsty at Home use macs, but that leaves the Monkey at work and Professor contingencies wiiiiide open. And the ellipses? Scream professor. However, they could also scream G. Monkey, trying to make me THINK it's the professor. Ah, a vicious cycle. Can I smell your hair?)
Eek! I'll be waiting to see who Anon-a-ma-fus might be...
in the meantime, need some good ET vibes...the ParceDaddy just called telling me to get him an updated resume, because either the Court Clerk or the County Clerk can probably get me hired. By August 1.
EEEEEEEhhhhhhhhhEEEEEEhhhh...and Harry Potter cut out at the end of chapter 14 and I am going INSANE. Prayer or prayer-analog would be welcome, especially on the State Job. (if we both get the State Job, I will die of too much coincidence.)
GO ET! You can so do this! I've got my fingers crossed, Fat elvis's fingers crossed, and I'm wishing you all the luck I can! Getting the jobs at the same time would be most awesome indeed.
And aieeeeeeeeeee! Bad, BAD defective tape! BAD!!
I'll tell Mr. G.Monkey next time I see him in the Lounge. Don't know when that will be, though. Haven't been hanging like I used to since I got a mortgage....
AHA!
I only know ONE person with a fresh mortgage.
Sneaky bastard.
When ya comin' over, you?
No, swear, we've never met in person and I'm not a blogger from out of state. I discovered this stuff one day while Googling my name and have had fun reading ever since.
AHA! Anon-a-ma-fus, your secret is safe with me.
I know of only ONE local person I've ever named, especially in conjunction with a bet. (Behold! The power of Google!)
We actually have met, once, well over 5 years ago (and probably closer to 7) when the "Borders Posse" went to 80s night on a regular basis. I knew (and now his name eludes me- Mike??) the big red-headed guy who looked disturbingly like Mark McGwire, that you hung out with.
And I've got to ask- have you ever used the 50% line? Because if so, G. Monkey and I demand royalties. Heh.
I should probably mention that when we met was when I was still in my fatter/dorkier phase.
I expect to come out of that phase sometime around mid 2015 whereupon I'll immediately begin my saggy/dorky/middleaged phase.
Muha. Muha.
Well, shoot, girl, now I can't prearrange you winning the bet with your friends. The gig is up!
Yes, back in the days when 80s Night was 80s ALTERNATIVE night, basically. Those were the days. I was chasing Hair on Fire's friend back in those days. My Wednesday nights are usually spent in Philly now at a goth/industrial event at which I get to spin time from time.
No, I don't use the 60% line. I ask them if they want to find out what is so super about my doppler.
Ooooo... I always forget the super doppler. Classy!
in re: the bet, you're actually the only local person that reads this (that I'm aware of). I won't tell if you won't. *L*
Yep, those were the days. Every once in a while, G. Monkey and I go back, for old time's sake. It just gets worse. (Although Get your Guns was a hoot. Never before have I seen so much tight leather and ratted hair in one room.)
I'm pretty confident, ET. When my dad tells me to get the resume printed up because she ASKED for it (after all, she was my boss once), things look good. (I want court clerk and not county but will take what I can get.)
Not to break up old home week, but CDHSarah is in misery right now because her Alice passed away. Giving her the love would be a nice thing to do.
Hey, anonamafus, do you read my blog too? :)
Seriously? Alice? Poor Sarah! I'll mosey over to her blog and offer her my condolences. Poor Alice, too.
Parce, goodgreatgreatest luck on your job. I'm sending best wishes and positive thoughts your way.
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