a thing in 659 photos misshapes And this one. Eric George in the higgity, yo. Leigh came over and got in the mix. Nice! I asked Scott (aka - the MisShapes photographer who took most of the photos that ended up in the MisShapes book Chubb-neck! Hahaha. Excellent use of the "floater eye!" ...rolling with her biddies! Lauren Flax was there... "Houston...we have touchdown! I repeat: touchdown! We've made contact with THE BROWS!" "Mission control, do you read? We're coming in for a landing. Contact in 5....4....3....2...." Josh, who knew what was about to happen to this poor sleeping gent, tried to be a nice guy and rouse him from his slumber. But to no avail. Around 4:30am, the place was pretty much cleared out, but Josh and I found this one dude that was totally passed out. ...THIS! Hahahahaha. Holy fucking shit! This is the hands-down winner. It's going to be tough for anyone to EVER top this one. I ran into Josh and asked him to give me his ugliest face. He took a moment to compose himself, and then busted out with... Hahaha. Afterwards, I went to Don Hills to catch the end of MisShapes. I was shocked to find Leigh actually DJing when I arrived! It was like the first time I'd been there in months where she wasn't hiding out somewhere! Me and Greg. Despite it being so-so, we stayed and danced until closing. Oh Annabella, you little teen minx, you. Speaking of jail bait, Martin was there! Here's me giving Mike the ol' "no really, this party used to be waaaaay more fun than this" speech. He wasn't buying. Let's hear it for jail-bait! Or at least he wasn't until Annabella (who was my lil' teen crush back in January of 2006) showed up! ...that "find the differences between these two pictures of a slutty naked lady" game! After the ball, I went over to MisSahpes and on the way downstairs to hide my coat, I ran into John and Ellen who were totally transfixed by... Scott! ...and Thomas was straightening his hair! (???) But by the time I got there, the place was dead. Right after I walked in the door, Ryan and Amy K. showed up (they'd had a mellow evening and decided to rally late as well!) 2005 was a pretty fucking sweet year. Here's to hoping 2006 is even better. Happy New Year! Happy 2006, Leigh Lezark! Geordon was already going through the photos from earlier in the evening... The Tinny! I stole this picture from Amy's account of the night because I like it so much! Afterwards, Amanda and I met up with Meredith and we all headed over to MisShapes. Here's the two ladies with Ben Cho. Ben Cho eats Geordon's mullet! Hahaha. Wisp-tastic! Hahahah. Sean recreates the time that Piper put her little puppy-paws in Leigh's mouth. Then I ran into Leigh and her two friends. I growl at your face. Hahahaha. Ben Cho nuzzled some boobage. Check out Leigh's cup holder! (More like C-cup holder! Oh, snap!) Then we made our sexy faces. First we took a normal photo. Karen and Sarah getting their hug on. Leigh doing her best impression of Mr. Winkle ! It was Sean's birthday! Peanut butter bomb cake! ...the I went to MisShapes to visit Leigh. I love Amy K . Later I went to MisShapes. Ellen and Sandra. Leigh shows off her brand new finger splint after breaking her finger the previous week on Halloween . Mime and Mimette. Me, doing my impression of Buckethead .
She ended up accidentally crashing into some drunk girl, and the drunk girl's girlfriend tried to start a fight with the Tins. Tins ended up getting into a little fisticuffs and ended up breaking her index finger! Hahahah. Look at her swollen sausage finger! Amanda and Grant: 4am. Hahaha. Satine and Frita. Ryan dressed up as Spiderman. Ben Cho dressed up as Ben Cho. I figured that Greg would've joined in with Leigh and Geo and stuck with the Moulin Rouge theme, but he opted to dress like that creepy Peter Pan guy instead! Hahaha. (And Alexis was dressed up as Donatella Versace!!! Holy, Bonersville! Hahaha). Scott dressed up as an angel (Victoria's Secret Angel?). Gurj and a bunch of her friends showed up dressed as Japanese Harajuku girls! Tee-hee-hee! Me and Tinny. Hahaha. Amazing. ...Misshapes! We snuck in the side entrance and headed right to the back office where I ran into Sarah "My Chemical Romance Fan" Lewittinn. I forget what this guy's name was but he dressed up as Frita Kahlo and it was epic. And Geordon was dressed up as Christian from Moulin Rouge! ...Leigh's Moulin Rouge costume. Leigh wearing the scary wig that we all took turns trying on a few weeks ago. The full-glory of our costumes! After Madonna's set was over, the downstairs started to fill up so we retreated further back into the secret office and proceeded to hide out there until the bar cleared out a bit. Which was COMPLETELY deserted, save for Audrey and Gurj (who also didn't really see the point in listening to a celebrity play CDs). Madonna at the decks at Misshapes. Who woulda ever thunk it, huh? I stuck around for the first song, but there wasn't room to dance (or even breathe), so while the place continued to go absolutely bonkers, I managed to squeeze my way back through the crowd and snuck downstairs. ...and Sarah! I finally managed to squeeze my way through the crowd and ended up against the wall near the DJ booth... Turns out we picked a cherry spot! Madonna had to walk right in front of us in order to get to the booth. When we got there, it was absolute fucking pandemonium. The upstairs was so packed, you could hardly move. And here's Leigh re-creating her reaction to meeting Madonna. Hahaha. A few minutes later, a limo pulled up outside and the place went fucking apeshit. After saying farewell to Josh, I stopped by Misshapes (before it opened) to lend Scott one of my cameras. It turns out, I had just missed Madonna! ...right next to Josh, Gurj.... Hot Karla and Niki squeezed up against the wall. She'd stopped by to introduce herself to Leigh, Geordon and Greg and check out the club. Here's Leigh showing off one of her "Look, Madonna was here!" pics. ...the motherfucking Big Step. Hahahaha. Alexis and Scott. G-E-O on the M-I-C (Probably telling everyone to go home). Yep. Geordon and me. (I really need to work on my "sexy" face because I always end up looking like some kind of gomer when I photographed next to pouty-Pete here). ...it's called... After the place cleared out, we stuck around for a bit and had a danceparty! And Sarah demonstrated the hot new dance-move of the season... Party on, Broseph. Hahah. No matter how hard we tried, we couldn't seem to derail this man from the Party Express. Then I filled his bellybutton with beer. Hahah. Hahaha. Then she stepped on his stomach. BOO-YAH! Hahahaha. Holy mother of all brainings. I can't think of anything that would make this picture funnier. Oh, wait. Yes, I can.
So Jenne decided to show him how we do. Gurj was scandalized. So Jenne and Gurj and I are dancing up a storm and then the next thing we realized... ...a (very drunk) visitor boogied into our midst and... 
!) to give me some uggz. 
