New Years Eve 2003. Thanks, Jim and Tanya, for throwing a cool party. Rawk!
One hot mama...literally.
Tom is natty.
As usual, a fist fight broke out at Jim and Tanya's house.
It's very, very late at night.
I think Lance is high on dope.
Friends.
The smoking section.
Coy.
Brazen!
Molly rocks the house.
If I didn't know better, I'd swear Paul was yelling about something.
Paul smiles. Aang casts "magic missile."
"I'm with stupid."
I've obvisouly made a salient point. "Derrrrr..."
Here, we're driving home. Robyn drives better that way, I swear.
Awwww. Love.