I tried my hand at inventing a shot, solely because I wanted to call something “The Glory Hole”:

soho, bols, grenadine, whipped cream and diabeetus

I was banned from creating drinks after Chris drank my next concoction:

mangalore and sourpuss with two bacon jelly beans

While the idea was mine – anyone named “Chris” had to take their pants off – I take no responsibility for this:

there go two more future careers in politics

This was my idea too: the Hipster Swap (hashtag #hipsterswap on Twitter):

we tried to make people go home with someone else's phone, but then the tears started

This was Darren’s fault, though:

i'd hit it two times

He brought along the Beer Monster shirt, saying he would do a shot of Jager for every person who put on the shirt – thinking we wouldn’t do it. His fall came fast and furious:

now do you understand why i do not wear t-shits?

Josh repeatedly said last night “why is this happening to me?”:

at least he kept his pants on

There were shots with meatballs in them:

ed and chris: brave or crazy?

Some had fruit:

fruit and whipped cream seems kind of pussy after meatballs

Everything had a great deal of alcohol:

no one thought to try tabasco and whipped cream

It was an excellent party.

Huge thanks to Miranda and Reilly for being such excellent and unflappable hosts, the myriad of excellent people who showed up, and Reilly for the incriminating photos (the rest of which can be seen here)!