Part 2: Debauchery

So this is how the second half of Tristan's party went down. Tristan was tired, so he went to bed early. Most of the guests left, perhaps sensing what was about to transpire and knowing they wanted no part of it. As I told my friend, Nik, (who is 10 mo. pregnant and exempt from attending), I really felt like I had to separate the day into two parts so as to not feel like a crappy Mom. She said that that was what made me a good Mom, that I could do the Mom part and still have a good time with my friends. Man, I hope that's true...cause I still LOVE to have a good time!

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Prior to the helium balloon harvesting, my brother, Nate (below), came to me after I put Tristan down for the night and said, "have you had anything to drink today?" I told him I had, but just a little. He decided since he was clearly "ahead", that I needed a shot. I agreed. Uhhgg, I agreed to tequila. Why? I'll never know. Anyway, that's how it began.

Nathan, harvesting helium balloons. This is still fun, I don't care how old you get.

Some time and conversation goes on...a little later...

SHOTS....

...of this. Oh, my stomach just turned.


That's right, Rob, let Master Jager work his "magic."

Now I think I'm a photographer and that this is art. Truly, I was so pleased with this picture that I insisted everyone look at it. I should have gone to bed right here, this point in the day.

GQ? or Holding the house up?

I know this guy (Mike Monica) well and I'm sure we DO NOT want to know what he is thinking!

My little brother, Craig, 15, was sober (as he should have been and having been pregnant twice I know how much it sucks to be the only one in a crowd of drunks), and SURELY should not have been a witness to much of the evening.

Ralph's (my stepdad) appeal for peace made Mike Crudello consider kicking his ass?

Alright, I had bought glow-in-the-dark necklaces for the kids, but forgot to hand them out. It's just as well, how would Nathan have treated us to his own personal rave? He was in the zone...alone. Thoroughly entertaining, Nathan, thanks!

Doritos...they make everything better after a serious rave...

Rob never has anything to say and totally lacks opinions of his own...HA!

Does this constitute art?

Yeah, I'm there...where ever that may be.

This was a dangerous "decision". We decided, after much deliberation, to leave him alone.

If this is what you see, it's time for bed. It was, and I did.

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Thanks to all who stuck around til the wee hours!! I haven't had that much fun in too long! Love you all!!!