Whoohoo!  I went to Roustabout and met up with a ton of people, even though some left for a while and I was bored and worked on a project until they came back because I dislike many of the Townies and didn't feel like socialising with them.  Also, I smoked a mango-flavoured tobacco hookah with Jason Tremblay and some guy named Dave.  I normally wouldn't ever partake in something that involves ingesting tobacco smoke (or any other kind of smoke); nor have I ever done so in the past (except once in high school when I tried a cigarette and felt so guilty afterwards i could never do it again), but hookahs are elegant, and anyway, it just feels like you're sucking on a flavoured vapouriser until you get a headache. I felt like a real flapper.  After a few confused tokes, Jason, Dave and I figured it out and amused ourselves by trying to do smoke rings.  I am certainly never going to smoke anything else ever again, due to an asthma attack later that evening, but it was funny.  I strongly feel, however, that if I'm going to waste any more brain cells (do you waste them with tobacco?  or just your lung cells?), I'd rather do it with alcohol.
Saurav finally lived out his dream of finally getting to meet Ryan Netzley.  Ryan is this guy I met at one of Megan Brown's parties, with whom I've become buddies; and who is actually my English 221 instructor this semester; and who has starred as "Weekly World News Guy" in my movie Synchronicity.  Ryan is hysterical and terribly quotable, which is why Saurav wanted to meet him.  It was certainly a moment to witness.  Jason Tremblay remembered Ryan Netzley as the crazy-dancing guy from another Roustabout party in the Darkhorse.  Indeed, Ryan has become the successor to Dancing Eli, whose dancing escapades unfortunately (or "fortunately" in an adament declaration, if you're Bernard Kelly) ended when he moved to Italy.  
It was a pleasant surprise to also see the INART advisor Bill Kelly there (no relation to Bernard, well, maybe going back about 30 generations), who is our patron saint of Integrative Arts.  Actually, considering the amount of talking Bill Kelly does, I'm surprised he ISN'T related to Bernard. But you don't ever want to shut either of them up, because they are interesting to listen to.  I strongly believe that all B. Kellys all rock the casbah. 
 

Party Pix Are Here.
 
 


 
 

What else.  I took pictures for my pal Jeffy Van Effy's band, the Bullet Parade, because Jason was dumb and lent his digital camera to someone and HE was supposed to take pictures.  So here, Jeff, these are the pictures I promised you.  Also, hi, Chuck, since I sent you a link to the pictures, also.  The Bullet Parade played their usual marvy Britpoppy schtick, and then City Lights Ken played a song, and then some random guy came onstage and did some crazy scat guitar-playing and no one listened.  In fact I forgot he was playing.  He got gonged offstage.  Anyway, the Bullet Parade definitely ruled the evening of live entertainment, and besides, they're all better-dressed.  Well, Ken scored points for his red ruffly tuxedo shirt.  
 

Bullet Parade Pix Are Here.