So goes the legacy of Lovefest, a pre-Valentines bash where the booze, hookups, and memories have no end. This year came the sequel, a party so elaborate it put the standard college kegger to shame. Red and white lighting, bartending, custom-made drink menus, shot glasses made of ice, a champagne room, afterparty Arturo Fuentes... and many cameras. Here are a few stills from my sixteen minutes of sensuous, hilarious, incriminating video footage:
You can find me in da club, bottle fulla Bud...
Jen, Jarrod, and Amber make the sexiest Lovefest Sandwich ever! Which of them was the sexiest component of the sandwich was not the most debated issue at Lovefest, but I'm thinking it should've been.
Jason's mp3 playlist was hooked up to the sound system. His exact words when picking this song: "R. Kelly get the young girls into it." We then proceeded to have a five-minute debate about what constitutes "Old School" rap. Jason won because he's all Westside.
Jen down on her knees in the Champagne Room. Brandon sacrificed his room, his carpet, and his innocence for a champagne room. We thanked him.
I will never forget that Jean Moulin helped lead the Resistance in France, and German Leslie is solely responsible for that knowledge.
Dustin was proud of the fact that these were a size 7, but ashamed that he couldn't figure out how to hold them correctly. Thankfully, a girl who had experience wearing panties showed him the proper positioning.
I was there, and I can say that he was an innocent bystander forced to partake in spilled whipped cream tradition.
It's not a party at the Landings if Jason doesn't berate and disown Frank. At the end of the night, Jason hopped through his living room to U2's "Beautiful Day," celebrating the permanent restraining order he had declared on Frank.
This here, my friends, is the definition of "Money".
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