Partly Clothed, Fully Loaded

Ever go to a party where you know that with just a few more beers, clothes are coming off and the music volume is going up? Yeah. We know you have. We’re not really sure what happened last night at the housewarming party for Anona, Dan, Lana, and The Ace, but upon eye-opening this morning, there are hand prints on bodies, wrong clothes on the wrong people, and a bunch of folks late for work. And hatchets in heads. There were games, too. Like Sack Slap and Eat The Butter Spoon. You could look for things to blame, so we looked back through the camera, which was loaded with questionable images. Stay on a cycling team long enough and you’re guaranteed in one fashion or another to see each other naked. Usually changing at races or at the hotel at a race. Not a rocket fueled, cop-luring dance party at 3 am. Or maybe so.

see, there’s your problem right there

Everyone had a grand old time, and everyone spent some time carrying Anona around. You should try that some time. Folks got closer and lost clothes or had them forcibly removed, and the Howitzer beats had the police circling the house like curious sharks. Why the fuck do these sorts of things happen to us? Because we’re idiots. That’s why.

everybody huddle up, soon it is time that we dance

The house is sufficiently warmed, we think, and no such gathering should go without the Gaelic  inspired “Joe Martin Toss”. Here’s Dan Penner’s winning effort clad in his traditional kitchen apron, throwing Joe Martin a distance of 1.8 meters in the hastily concocted living room playing field.

silly tan lines all around

We hope, sincerely hope, everyone made it home ok. And yes, those underwear aren’t yours. There are a few more pictures right here. The rest will never, ever see the light of day, except for blackmail purposes.