most depressing day of the year: a party

It's been a week. I'm ready to talk about it. And make the collage to the right which has little-to-no import to anyone living outside [this head].

(Farg. Wait a minute. Really? Just one week? But it feeeels, dahhrlingk, an absolute eternity!)

Highlights:

• again, the opposite of depression was achieved, except for our dear Brian who was horribly trapped across the pond - which he says actually did depress him - sorry, Boo! (Really, it isn't the same without him.)


• having more fun with masking tape than one would previously have believed possible


• lots and lots, like really a lot, of food


• pretending KR's wooden turtle was being up-lit as part of a sacrificial ceremony


• private dancing, we dance-oh fo' (no) money, and any old music will dooooooo