So I went to Ann Arbor to party with my hombres for the Gargoyle Centennial. I didn't have my Polaroid on me all the time, unfortunately, but here's what I got.
Accidental photo. This was actually the closet in the room where I was sleeping, which was the bar room. Those are drink recipes written on the door.
Max and Zack admire the VHS box for Shredder Orpheus, a very direct adaptation of the Greek myth of Orpheus, except the characters live in a bizarre post-apocalyptic future where everyone skateboards.
Four of the Penn State Phroth staff were staying at the Garg House with us, since we invited them to our centennial (their magazine is 100 years old, too). They were pretty cool kids.
Friday morning, there was a brunch at Cottage Inn. I don't think I ate $15 worth of food, but I did get to see Keith, whom I had not seen in a dog's age, and Max, who remains my BFF.
HI KEITH. I think Max took this photo.
The Garg office is so fancy now. They got this cool stained glass display from John Dobbertin.
This one took place on Saturday. We all felt so lazy and totally ordered some Chinese food.
We were going to have a sitting quietly party but it turned into a totally raucous party. Seriously we had barely slept in days.
Zack smokes cigarettes and doesn't like the Internet.
The party was ruined for me a little bit by the combination of jet lag and some kind of mysterious illness (a cold), which all lowered my energy and constitution. And my flight in was delayed two hours, which never helps the mood. Got in at 2:30 AM on Friday morning and then stayed up even later because I was cranky as hell and wanted some booze. Zack, Billy, Max and I wound up going to bed at 6:00. The alum activities were mostly in the morning and early afternoons on Friday and Saturday, though. OOPS.
It was a pretty good time but I was seriously wrecked by Saturday. I'm still recovering.
Is Garghaus rad as hell? (yes)