Wisconsin Death Trip 2005: A Young Lady's Illustrated Primer

If you were one of the twenty-five or so LJ users who were directly affected by wideathtrip, either through physical proximity or as the recipient of one of our drunken phone calls, I believe I have some pictures to amuse you. Otherwise: Horseman, pass by! Surfer, scroll by!


Irish Waters
I know, I know. fridaypoll needs this picture. I failed to add all toasts to my previous pictures, so here's to kikibird and runstaverun! (More Irish Waters and virtual toast pictures here.)

The Essen Haus
Many of us agreed that this was the largest gathering we'd attended at which everyone had a Live Journal. There were-- what, 21 of us? I think my previous record had been at the Moon in Perth, but this more than doubled that LJ user count. Wednesday nights at the Inferno do NOT count. So here we are, and a merry group it was. People were silly, people were inebriated, and Pig was passed around. The dress code was heavily weighted toward nerds.(assfingers is wearing his Team PTR Doom shirt.)

I want to give you an idea of the Essen Haus's frenetic German vibe. The waiters wear lederhosen, for a start. You can buy a five-liter beer in a stone tankard to share with your friends. The dance floor is typically full of happy bouncing drunkards enjoying the live polka band (you must understand, at a certain alcohol blood level the OOMPA-OOMPA gets into your blood and you MUST polka. Or maybe it's a Wisconsin thing. No, I think it's a drunk thing). Here's a decent shot of the dance floor, though jenniever perceptively noted that with its unfocused red background, the photo makes her look as though she's sitting in spaghetti. Please admire the decorative guns and taxidermy, or the ocean of mugs hanging from the ceiling above back2me, eloe, and facehead2k's heads.

At a sufficiently inebriated point (cleverly coinciding with the polka band's set break) we drunk-dialed graye. Here we see kingfox telling Graye how things are gonna be from now on, and during our conversation we did a round of shots to Graye's health, visible in this picture.

Mustn't... make... "worst" pun....

hotbeatz's bandmates showed up, and continued to prove by science that Evan Morgan knows everyone on the planet. Evan Morgan knows YOU.

The Safe House
Our multistate operatives, via creative driving, shook off pursuit and arrived unscathed at the Safe House. kingfox dressed the part and jesus, he was a handsome man. adamgreeney solemnly swears something, but maelel looks skeptical. andamaroo wanted a mission, and for his sins they gave him one (A Mission Impossible, that is). Andrew and I are adorable. Andrew's glasses are like LSD, and are the basis of my fabulous new mad icon (I stole this picture from Russell, BTW. Liked it too well not to). We drunk-dialed bzoppa. coyote_cam gave me a Rhett/Scarlett type kiss, to hotbeatz's great amusement. Hooray!

Unbeknownst to the birthday boy, _guy_incognito and dewgirl had arranged for public celebration/humiliation. Adam was marched from our table, through the bar, ordered down a spiral staircase into an empty shower room, and interrogated. (He did not, despite threats, renounce his love for Billy Corgan.) Then the interrogation chair rose through the floor, and Adam found himself in the main bar surrounded by hollering friends and strangers. Additional wackiness ensued. He was properly self-conscious. It was awesome.

And for me, Adam, and posterity, some photographs of me and my wonderful brother: Siblings. We're goofy. We're beautiful. I miss you already.

This is my brother's annotated copy of Finnegan's Wake. He's annotating it himself, as he goes. For fun.

It was a good weekend with good people. All our guests have fled for distant climes now. The house is empty but I can still sense you here.

The weekend proved that mobile phones are the way of the future, and I adore my new technological crutch. I upgraded to a camera phone.

And tomorrow, time with regularjen!