August 07, 2002

Geeks Gone Wild

It started out as routine: Every other Wednesday Spring Street and Nerve head out together and have drinks...it's supposed be a nice relaxing time where everyone can kick back, have a drink or two and catch up with their co-workers in a nice, easy social setting...

and then the next thing you know...

alisa, brian c, eric g, me, rufus — It really did start out innocently. I swear!

brian c, deb au-yeung, me — BC, BB, and D-Rok. See? Look at how wholesome (and sober) we are!

martin — You know how after there's some sort of huge disaster, people always look back afterwards and try to pinpoint the precise moment that things started to get out of control? Well, I think that's what we've managed to capture here in this photo. Nothing too out of the ordinary, but there is something sinister about the way he's holding that tab with his eye. Who knew it would be the harbinger of so much drunken tomfoolery?

rufus — Or hell, actually, now that I think about it, the multiple shots of tequila might've had more to do with it...

deb au-yeung, me — Yep, not even three minutes later and Deborah's already grabbing my titty. Watch carefully as the effects of tequilla unfold before your very eyes. (Also, it should be noted that this is also the point in the evening where, with the exception of Jim, every single Nerve employee pussed out and went home. Spring Street Reprazent, yo!!!)

The feeling of titties led to the kissing of co-workers...

brian c, stephan testa — ...which led to the kissing of same-sex co-workers...

martin, me — ...which led to the licking of co-worker's girlfriends...

...which led to convincing drunk strangers to kiss us (er, sort of)...

mark bibbins — ...and then Magic Man Mark Bibbins takes things to the next level by somehow convincing two girls whom we'd never seen before in our lives to...

...start make out with each other! Boo-yah!

jessica lasher — Yeah, okay - things are full-on rowdy at this point. (I award +10 Bonus Points to Bibbins for having that messy-ass "spill stain" on his shirt. Haha!)

jim jazz — Jim ended up being the last Nerve employee standing. SPRING STREET REPRESENT! Jim was trying to hold the lit candle up to his mouth and then have someone take a picture without a flash (capturing him looking like a jack lantern). But the flash ended up going off and we instead captured Jim looking like a jackass.

Yo, mad props to my man Eric. Not only did he drink enough to turn his face a color that can only be described as "Muppet Pink," he got so rowdy that his antics actually meritt their own subsection within this photo gallery (and if you look at the rest of these pics, that's saying a lot!). So it is with great honor that I present you with...

eric g — Eric palms Peter's head. (Look at Peter's face...so funny).

brian c, eric g, martin — Eric and Peter. (Part 2). FWIENDS!

deb au-yeung, eric g — Eric and Peter (Part 3). Look at their fucking faces....ohmygod is that shit funny.

eric g, jim jazz — Jim, Eric and Peter.

eric g, jim jazz — Eric and Jim (HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! Look at his face! This photo makes me smile every single time I look at it).

deb au-yeung, eric g — Goodnight, sweet, pink-faced Prince! Goodnight, I say!

This concludes

jessica l, mark bibbins, me — Meanwhile, the rest of the gang continues our descent into behavior that will likely result in us never being able to look each other in the eyes again. Check me out full-on cupping J.Lasher's titty while simultaneously bringing Bibbins downtown on a Star Trek Voyage (bravely going where no man has gone before).

jessica l, mark bibbins, me, stephan testa — I wish I could tell what was going on here. Are we spanking him? Did he fall down? I don't even know.

brian c, mark bibbins, martin — Same thing here...was Martin doing some sort of "trust fall" or something? Jesus.

mark bibbins, martin, me — Okay, question for you: How the fuck did we not get thrown out of the bar??? I'm standing on one of the booths, screaming and doing a David Lee Roth kick while both Martin and Jessica get ready to touch my package. This is at like 10pm on a Wednesday!?! (Also, look over to the left of me...aren't those the same two girls from before making out? It's an hour and a half later and they're still going at it).

brian c, jim jazz, me — Yep, here's me still standing on the seats - this time doing a DLR-style kick over the head of a passed out Brian Chambers.

brian c, jessica l — A mysterious hand works to adjust the "I'm a Drunk Guy" Napkin Hat while Jessica busies herself making faces at Brian. Now that's what I call teamwork!

stephan testa — This is a funny pic of Stefan shaking hands with some strange girl who was flirting with him. Take a closer look, do you see something funnier? How about Brian Chambers full-on, lying down passed out on the seat! Do you know what's funnier than that?

brian c, me — Me being drunk enough to actually straddle our CTO's face and...never mind. I guess this pic doesn't need a caption, huh?

ps - I think I'm still hung over.
pps - Brian C, I'm sorry.