Showing posts with label party. Show all posts
Showing posts with label party. Show all posts

Saturday, January 3, 2009

How to stuff a wild bikini

Obviously, the secret to how stuff a wild bikini is owned and patented by Johnny Barbecue, as demonstrated at last night's late-night beach silliness. Oh, and some chicks were there, too.

L-R, Alabama Smalls, Johnny Barbecue (welcome back, Mr. Kotter), xSaraho Mornington, Thadeous Drucker (background, Pris, Meta)


Penelope Sideshow, innertoobin'


Marlys Vaughan, lookin' kewt!


Alabama Smalls, The "'Bama Slamma"


Bea Hienrichs, debating if it's safe to go in the water


We so need ocean waitstaff to fetch us cocktails (someone work on that pls? kthx)


Sven Marx, Beach Mime


Robin, ready for water sports >.>


Rad, bad -- mos def not a fad -- Thadeous Drucker


Robin -- way too excited about people coming over


Pris -- Imma wondering where the hell that Ocean Waiter is with mah drank???


Meta Constantine, flexing his pixelmuscles for ze ladeez


Kylerai Hayek, tellin' us all to chill

Thursday, January 1, 2009

2009

So we all have those days when you are just so over SL. Robin and I agreed I had reached maximum SLness and I should take some time off, so I am minding my own business irl when this SAME WOMAN calls me and says.."Umm..Pris? Niko is here. And Vio. And Oct. And, um...pop in and turn off security so we can party?"

Still in a New Year's funk, I come onto Saint Clare to TCB still dressed for sunbathing on Hermit Beach from that afternoon. After being SLexually harassed by everyone there (**coughs Vio), I decided to stay -- who can resist the warm gooeyness of Niko's tunes? Not me. And apparently, not most of SL, who also came over to ring in the New Year (around the world, every hour) with us. So thank you Robz, Niko and Sars (ok, Vio too, for hittin' on me) and everyone who made this such a fun night!

More pics on the *69 blog, too. :)

DJ Niko Lyle


Violet Morellet, Butthole Magic


The ladies of Saint Clare: Robz and Pris


Pris, Woodrow Stapleton


Lolotehe Menoptra


xSaraho Mornington, Hawt Late-Night DJ Diva


Robin

Saturday, December 20, 2008

A New Character has Rolled into Town.


This crazy guy was spotted in the sky above Saint Clare island this afternoon. I yelled up to him to say, "WTF?", and he shouted something back. It sounded rather muffled, but from what I could make out - it sounded like, "This monday night (dec 22) at 9-11pm SLT I will be delivering my wares to the good and bad children of SL at Computer Club Records." Hmm. Good thing I was at the right place, at the right time...to receive all of that very-specific information.

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

And then things got weird

Things began somewhat innocently, as usual. Isn't Kylarai adorableness?
**puts Ky in my pocket**


You would trust that faise, right? You would be wrong.


Johnny BBQ insists on singing "Under the Sea" (until I kick him).


JBBQ passes out "manbo!" maracas to everyone...and then things got weird. Like, Ky stopped waxing, for one. [insert your own joke about Ky's maracas here]




Leiche takes his watermelon very seriously.




Add Bakers, Electric, Danny, some nachos, a cow, batman and maracas..and you haz a party.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Roland's Rez-Day Surprise Party

Once again, I was blindsided by a surprise celebration. This time, it was even more elaborate than my birthday! Pris organized a wonderful, forest-themed surprise party for me at The Osprey. Almost everybody was there at one point or another, it was a wonderful bash...and I was even given a special, rez-day loin cloth.


Pris, dumping her "backet of goodies" on her head playfully.






Tiny Wolf / DJ Extraordinare Ilya provided the musics for the bash, and did a wonderful job of making us shake woodland-creature tush.

I've got the best friends, ever. PRIS! Thank you for throwing such a wonderful bash. Can't thank you enough!

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Birfday! pt. 2

We had an amazing cook-out the night of my birthday...



As expected, I hit the keg pretty hard.

It was over once Jed sent me the bucket-hat. Picnic table dance party initiated..


Nakey time..

The other dudes were a bit frightened (understandably), but luckily Pris humored me and tore it up on the picnic table with me...




Jed, the grill master....


Thank you guys, for making this birfday wonderful!