New Years 2004

These pictures were taken at Carolyn's New Years Eve Party in Louisville, Ky.

Kelly belly dances.

Andy discovers the orgasmic sensual pleasures of Carolyn's massage chair.

Frat boys.

Scott's turn in the chair.

Andy, Zoe, Stephanie, and Andrew relax.

They look a little frightened.

Max's friend Robbie plays chess.

I really need to examine the red eye reduction on my camera.

Random happy person.

The best known picture of Garth. Depressing isn't it?

Got em first!

Random happy posing person.

Scott.

Carolyn's sister, Betsy. A little blurry, but at this point in the evening this is what everyone looked like anyway.

Random overly happy frat person

He never came back.

More happy people.

Frink!

The Good Sir Paul.

Katie says goodnight to Andy.

Paul is really the devil.

Ben Stiller and Angelina Jolie dropped by for a bit. Ben was a little drunk.

Adam joins the group.

Toward the end of the night everyone gets a little friendly.

Right.

Fighting over who gets to be on top.

"Help! Its got me!"

Stephanie and Andy.

Max and Hassan.

Hassan had his arms around everyone that evening, as usual.

But he may have frightened Max a bit.

Carolyn and friend.

One bartender/masseuse and a set of red satin sheets.

Random fight.

Or something.

I guess Adam gets to be on top.

A gentleman removes his shoes first.

No clue.

Hassan, looking as sober as he did all night.

Round 2.

Hassan shows John something new, John is frightened.

Dazed and confused.

Yes, we get together, drink heavily, and play chess.

Pondering.

Is that a white pawn he has in his mouth?

Overly tired and quite friendly.

Guess whose chin, guess whose tongue.

Ryan, Max, and Carolyn.

Andrew is still pondering.

Stephanie singing.

Max has transformed into my grandmother.

Dancing.

And singing.

"Oh my god, that was horrifying."

Evil plots being discussed.

I try to charm my way in and find out the evil deeds to be done.

Despite the location of my other hand, I am unsuccessful. Great evil may be upon us!

Max's turn to ponder.

Beer, beer will help.

More plotting.

Tonsils.

"I'm too sexy for these pants."

Umm, no.

They've had a little too much.

Great evil.

Who could be so captivating?

Hasan.