Why we don't do this anymore (at least not in the same place)

This is the last of the photos - from the Friday night before Kit left town again.  There might be more in the future, if I ever remember to bring my camera anywhere (rest assured, we haven't quit drinking, we've just moved it elsewhere).

The night started innocently enough, with matching outfits at the Dinkytowner

But by the time we got to the Chateau it was already half out of control.  

There's a bad taste in Jordan's mouth; Kelly's smiling because she put it there

And by the time people were dancing on the ceiling, things only went crazy. 

I've got a picture of Kit in his underpants, but that's the last of the evidence from the night (It didn't seem fair to put it up when no one else got snapped in their skivvies).