Now when an esteemed group of young men come around to your house, bring a huge amount of the finest single malt Scotch whisky with them and give individual lectures about where the distilleries are, and what the whisky should taste like, and even don't drink absolutely all of it, then you my friend are not a drunk, you are a
connoisseur.
The Gang of Malt-esers
If you repeat this concept enough, you might even believe it!
My sister Dordy is getting engaged to Si. He rented a helicopter on their recent trip to Canada to pop the question. Well done guys!
Dordy & Si -- Engaged and not caring about the possibility of rotor lash!
Apparently my dad is bored and hence lobbying for a summer wedding....
Last weekend KT had a birthday party buried beneath thousands of other reasons for having a party. So much so that I thought her birthday was some other time! It was the first time that her new place was on view with all the stuff actually done after 6 months of renovation (including me having to cart dirt on one occasion and having to fetch some day laborers for her on another!), and it was the last party for her parents who've been over from Aus for a few months.
KT birthday smiles
KT and her dad glowing in the dark
More beautiful girlies and drunk boys were in attendance, including some French boy causing more trouble.....
check it out here
So I was innocently walking down the street last Monday night when David the mad Frenchman drove up with his
Red Cheese photo booth on the back of his and Aaron's truck. They were going to a party at
Jack Falstaff the new restaurant, and so by extended invitation Caroline and I did too. It was actually the Plumpjack restaurants Christmas party. There was gambling and great food (we can definitely recommend
the pork), lovely wine, waitresses and hostesses done up in their finest, while all the bus boys were wearing their baseball caps. No one enquired who the hell we were to gatecrash, and Caroline was blessed by a conversation with the newly eligible bachelor and Mayor of San Francisco, Gavin Newsom. Gavin though may have been somewhat erring in his judgment regarding what he got up to later (see much below)
But the point of all this is to show you what happens in the
RedCheese photo booth. You go in sit down and pose in a way that's all your own......and this kind of thing happens.
In the booth
Kidnap victim
Strange man + random blonde
Even stranger men with same blonde
Must have been raining in there
Green Bay Packers fan
It's good to be the princess
At least one guy was well dressed
In a fit of insanity, when we could all have gone on a boat and let someone else deal with the aggravation Heidi persuaded KT, Caroline, Stephen and me to have a New Year's Eve party , and worse (especially for my neighbors) persuaded Caroline and me to host it at my loft!
And what a night it turned out to be.....
Le Frenchman avec harem
This was the queue for the bathroom at one point. Early in the night the
bath tub was filled with Champagne. By 4 am the mood there had turned ugly or even bizarre with a naked 19 year old crashed out on the floor. Meanwhile his fellow gatecrashing mate was the
surprise hit of the night with several of the 30-something ladies in attendance.
Host and hot blonde
There were some very gorgeous young things at the party, but as usual my camera work didn't seem to have them looking at their best (although the hot blonde above always looks great!). Of course, the vast amount of booze consumed by everyone may have had something to do with it! But everyone was dancing to the wacky tunes that never stopped coming from Stephen and Peter's computers. I remember "Come up and see me" from Cockney Rebel being the biggest hit!
Random couple of the night
And there was some totally random smooching going on, including a very odd looking "little and large" couple. Something was said about one girl being a man for the year, or something. Sounds like an interesting New Year's resolution to me.
Luckily I fell aspleep at 3.45 or so. Apparently the wild night went on until 5 or 6. If you really want to see more photos, try
here. Peter Brook's rather more sophisticated photo set is
here.
