We show up at the Riv "fashionably late" as it were, because Cristy was (ah-hem) otherwised detained, and this is what we were greeted with -- Bruce and Marsh all kicked-back on the deck (and later came the dude in the background -- we have no idea who he is -- that stalked for the better part of the evening).
Heeeey! Don't we look comfy!
Oh yeah! We're ready to rock!
Siren Cristy (L) and Siren Kimmie (R)
We joined in the deck party and soon came welcome greetings from the Yellow No. 5 guys who wound up having to play the entire evening because their opening band couldn't make it. -- You'll have that!
Yellow No. 5 playin' their hearts out while we act obnoxious.
Da Yellow No. 5 boys: (L to R) James, Cory and Jeremy
Cory and Jeremy
Just Cory
Just James
You know this is our kinda band when you look over and see a near empty pitcher of beer on the amp!
Mmmmmm Beer!
The following is what happens when you let drunkards play with your camera (Marshall!)
First, the Paparazzi photos:
Get that DAMN camera outta my face!
Damnit! Quit that!
No really! Quit that!
This is what happens when a Siren gets you by the short hairs!
So happy she never saw it coming...
We think Kimmie just goosed her!
And the party rages on with drinkin, dancin', flying matchbooks (Don't ask), interesting locals, and the Sirens being...well...themselves:
Hmmm, Bruce looks pretty happy in this picture!
"Hey let me in there Bruce!" says Marsh
You talkin to me?
Apparantly Marsh drank himself to the ceiling
which, at the time seemed like a good photo op!
Jeremy's coffee stained Score! Shirt!
He says he loves it so much he won't give it up! awwww
A strange thing happens to Siren Kimmie and Cristy when they get together and become inhebriated. They start to giggle and whisper to one another a lot and their heads seem to be magnetically drawn to one another. We thought that this picture was a perfect example of this type of behavior:
We're not sure why Kimmie has her tongue in Cristy's hair...
So we'll just go with it...
They attempt to make James blush...
"What? What did we do now?!"
The Sirens and Bruce
And now it's Marsh's turn to be Paparazzi-ed! Because, after all, what comes around goes around you know!
Ha! We got you!
"I plead the fifth!"
He's a real head case - get it?
As the night became early morning, the Sirens decided they were hungry so they bid their farewells and followed Marshall-I'm-Gonna-Go-ninety-on-a-wet-windy-country-road to Toxic Hell followed by a partial viewing of some horror flick starring an evil dismembered hand (and Siren fav Seth Green), and the Sirens crashed out on a futon. The smell of eggs and sausage rang in the morning as Marshall turned his abode into a bed and breakfast for the sleepy-eyed ladies. Then they packed up their belongings and headed back home after a fuel stop where they were humbled by the passing of an Amish buggy.
That's just wrong!
