You can also see, slightly obscured by a protective covering of ice, a keg.
Which led, inevitably, to this...
...with the fairly reasonable conclusion of this.
USA! USA! USA!
[Faces obscured to protect people in positions of public responsibility.]
Showing posts with label Parties. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Parties. Show all posts
Monday, April 5, 2010
Community Party
Little Detroit convened this past Saturday night to celebrate our First Lady's 31st birthday at the community compound. In the photo, you can see the Compound Administrator and Senior Hustle Advisor, the Undersecretary of Bass Guitar, and the Gambling Coordinator.
You can also see, slightly obscured by a protective covering of ice, a keg.
Which led, inevitably, to this...
...with the fairly reasonable conclusion of this.
USA! USA! USA!
[Faces obscured to protect people in positions of public responsibility.]
You can also see, slightly obscured by a protective covering of ice, a keg.
Which led, inevitably, to this...
...with the fairly reasonable conclusion of this.
USA! USA! USA!
[Faces obscured to protect people in positions of public responsibility.]
Breaking in the Loft
Four citizens of Little Detroit rented a massive loft to use as a work space. When they weren't looking, we pushed their desks together and broke out some flip cup.
With predictable results.
With predictable results.
Saturday, February 20, 2010
The ChristMisfits In Chicago
Back in December, some natural-born and naturalized citizens of Little Detroit took their music - Mifists tunes reconfigured for the holiday season, as you might expect - to the people. It was a rousing success.
There was a preliminary plan to get ourselves ejected from this bar following the band, so we decided to start throwing down the gauntlet mid-set with some dives off the piano at stage left.
Good view of the costumes. Helps when one of the band members is a costume designer for films.
Kicking out the jams.
Our effort to get kicked out continues! Now we have added crowd-surfing. Pint glasses are also being smashed all over the place.
I mean, fuck, when Santa get involved, you know that shit was real.
In the end, our efforts to get ourselves permanently banned from the bar came full circle, and instead the band was invited back for a ChristMisfits in July performance. Because we we're so much fun.
There was a preliminary plan to get ourselves ejected from this bar following the band, so we decided to start throwing down the gauntlet mid-set with some dives off the piano at stage left.
Good view of the costumes. Helps when one of the band members is a costume designer for films.
Kicking out the jams.
Our effort to get kicked out continues! Now we have added crowd-surfing. Pint glasses are also being smashed all over the place.
I mean, fuck, when Santa get involved, you know that shit was real.In the end, our efforts to get ourselves permanently banned from the bar came full circle, and instead the band was invited back for a ChristMisfits in July performance. Because we we're so much fun.
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Little Detroit Heads Home for the Week
Every once in a while, the citizens of Little Detroit must return to the motherland to recharge their righteous batteries. As is his custom, PJ rented the beach house just over the Indiana border, and the unwashed and huddled masses made the pilgrimage up I-94.
The beach. Feel the sandy embrace.
Eventually, the sun retreats behind the clouds, and the crew retreats to the warmth of the grill.
Post-grillage, we head back to the beach and build a big-ass fire. On the most recent beer run, LC, BT, and T2G picked up what may have been the most fearsome twosome of beers ever consumed: Jackhammer beer and (I shit you not) Beer 30. Conspicuous consumption lead to the singing of "Bohemian Rhapsody."
The after effects of Jackhammer and Beer 30 are less than pleasant.
Little Detroit poses for a group shot before heading back to Chicago.
The beach. Feel the sandy embrace.
Eventually, the sun retreats behind the clouds, and the crew retreats to the warmth of the grill.
Post-grillage, we head back to the beach and build a big-ass fire. On the most recent beer run, LC, BT, and T2G picked up what may have been the most fearsome twosome of beers ever consumed: Jackhammer beer and (I shit you not) Beer 30. Conspicuous consumption lead to the singing of "Bohemian Rhapsody."
The after effects of Jackhammer and Beer 30 are less than pleasant.
Little Detroit poses for a group shot before heading back to Chicago.
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