Just fluffing the blog as we get ready for another terrifying sequel… the sexiest one yet.
All images in this post by Scott Beale / Laughing Squid from our pre-Halloween shenanigans of the past.
Just fluffing the blog as we get ready for another terrifying sequel… the sexiest one yet.
All images in this post by Scott Beale / Laughing Squid from our pre-Halloween shenanigans of the past.
to us, and we love her for it! Thank you for a great way to spend our New Years. We promise not to spill any absinthe!
Unfortunately I did not have the camera in hand while Jiz Lee was posting, otherwise this would be accompanied with pix of me giving her a hand job while she was posting so just use your imagination.
-Syd Blakovich
(we will be leaving shortly, wish I could be in two places at once but poly love is resulting in a NYE party crawl.)
xoxo

When Violet’s Eye-fi cam suddenly appeared in our possession, Syd Blakovich and I couldn’t help but grab KumiMonster and get HNT on Violet’s bed. Heh.
More fun, and hickies on the flicker feed: http://www.flickr.com/photos/bloggerbungalow
Love, Jiz
i walked into the party to the cake farts porn on screen and turns out i’m not a big fan as you can see here
however, then things quickly turned much more my way when i saw scott beale and he took a video of me demonstrating my extremely high wedge heels aka interview party shoes! he will post it later so no girls will ever have to be short again. the one episode when i forgot my interview shoes is here
From the Eye-Fi in my camera, through Flickr to the blogger bungalow blog. The ultimate: an instantly uploading party camera! Now, for the party…
Looks like the trolls are hung over in the morning.
I had a great time last night – big thanks go out to super-delicious couple Violet and Jonathan, and of course Ruby O’ Ghosts. Gotta love that name.
Next time, hopefully she’ll let us light up her M-1000s
everyone reading over my shoulder second guessing me. It’s amazing Violet doesn’t hate me. OR MAYBE SHE DOES.
There’s a couple of us here tonight, putting SFGate commenters to shame. Ha! We’re in yer party, controllin’ yer media.
Violet just opened an incredibly beautiiful bottle of absinthe. This is probably one of the most perfect moments in my life, because asw long as I’ve known Violet, I’ve described her to people (because everyone inevitably asks me “What’s Violet Blue really like?”) as “like a character from an Anne Rice novel. No, one of the good ones.” And as absinthe is a pivotal device in more than one AR novel (again the good ones, and YES, there are good ones, shut up), it’s a wonderful convergence Yay.
refill drinks and run back out. violet in stilettos, tearing down the stairs with roman candles under her arm…..
seven minutes ’til midnight and there is a mad dash for explosives and a gigantic brown goo oozing from the fridge. another bottle pops and party favors are out front. hearing protection required.
- fantasizing about Neil Gaiman.
- reading World War Z by max brooks.
- traversing the dangerous disease ridden South American continent.
- devouring chocolate desserts from local confectioners like Citizen Cake.
- Graduating from that educational pit that is SFSU.
- Being accepted to a really hot graduate school.
- Receiving a robot spine in the mail and installing.
- Watching gooood erotic films.
- Absolutely nothing.
1) This year, I’m actually going to start networking to achieve my long-term career goals in the exciting world of hardcore pornography.
2) In 2008, I plan to tone down that hyper personality.
3) Come the new year, I really should restrict all that hanging from cranes.
4) I’m really going to sell that house.
5) finish this…
i usually have many resolutions, but this year i will keep the list short. one thing i’m going to do is climb a mountain. i tried to do this last year but we were thwarted by lack of snow and a little “difficulty” with the altitude. now i’m stronger and know what to expect. i’m also going to travel to a continent i’ve never been to. (this will most likely be south america or africa.) so, that’s the start of my list for 2008. thanks, violet, for hosting such an absinth-filled and festive send off to 2007! -colette
When I was a teen I could hardly wait for New Years as there would be booze and getting drunk.
During college New Years meant possibly the best party I had ever gone to. However, $100 for open bar at a club in Manhattan often meant getting far too few weak drinks and fools from Jersey. I moved to San Francisco after college and went to equally high expectation parties that were usually let down.
Finally New Years became a night for apartment parties. Low expectations with very favorable results.
That crescendoed in having the best apartment parties possible, which turned into parties we threw at clubs with open bars for $100. (Full circle, huh?)
Got smarter and found locales we could have big parties but for free. But oh the work. Preparation would take months, all for one night.
All this effort for a what? I got very confused by that. I appreciated being at a party with all my friends and their friends, but oh the effort and the drama.
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For the last couple years New Years has ceased to either be the best party ever or a palpable let down. It simple means a chance to appreciate with the people I’m with that we stayed alive another year, all of us in that room, and that we’ll get to see what happens in the one that comes.
That’s what New Years means to me at age 37.
~Ted Rheingold
Image: me with gorgeous goth kitty housegirl extraordinaire Ruby O’Ghosts!
Happy New Year to everyone! We’re having a party here at the Blogger Bungalow, and this is the unmoderated group blog where revelers can post as they drink, play, and celebrate. In case you came here from somewhere besides my blog, I’m Violet Blue, and hope you enjoy our liveblogging tonight — join us, because we with you could be here. We’re about to get started setting up an embedded live webcam, too. Enjoy!