You all know Mike MF. Come'on - friend from high school, ran with the bulls, Peace Corps superstar? Anyway, Mike lives in DC these days, working on The Hill(tm), lives with two of Mike.d's roommate from college. Sometime early this summer, MF started hyping up his Back to School party.

Oh, and you're looking for the iPod playlist I threw together for the event, click here.


When the time came to throw down, me, Jill, Scuba Steve & Rob Grossman (bonus points for remembering Scuba, Rob and MF are all friends from college) rented a fancy ass Ford Malibu and drove down to DC.

I see all the other kids taking awesome pics with their digis on manual mode. This is the best I could come up with. Sniffle.


The heroes in this story: Katz, MF and Harv (read: they live here)

So, as soon as I walked into their apt, I had one of those weird, "Wait, I've been here before" moments. Sure enough, Harv lived in this same apartment some two years ago, moved out, and then moved back in. Sweet story.


And the supporting cast. Katz and Harv slaved for hours putting these lights up earlier in the day.


Don't let them frighten you - the Bates kids are all little sissies.


Friend-from-Syracuse Sherri looking all thugged out.


Grossman, throwing elbows. The girl in the background with the choker necklace is looking pretty dangerous... if by "dangerous" you mean "delicious".


Double-fisting with Nate Kostalakalakaboom.


Katz: "So, this pirate walks into a bar with a steering wheel stuck in his pants. The bartender asks, 'So, what's with the steering wheel?'..."


Katz: "... and the pirate says, 'Harr! 'Tis driving me nuts!"


Speaking of pirates, what the fuck is going on here? Actually, it's more Terminator 2 than pirate I guess.


Girls. I don't know either of their names.


Why hello, girls-I-know-from-Syracuse. Actually, I really don't know them at all, but they did go to Syracuse. Apparently Katie (the girl in the middle) put her number in my phone under the name "delicious" (er, or maybe that was me).

Anyway, fast forward like two weeks - Karen Bonna is flipping through my phone and is like "Who is Delicious?". I vaguely remember her dialing her up and leaving a dirty message. Hot.


And here's Timmy, Mike's old roommate who made out w/ my ex-girlfriend.

Note: And no, that's not my ex-girlfriend on the left... come'on people!


... this is my ex-girlfriend.

ps: just kidding.


The DC kids love their Red Bull. The fridge was stocked with it pre-party. Sherri kept hiding a stash in the butter drawer in the fridge.

Apparently (and sadly), this is MF's signature party move. I have like 4 identical pics of this style tomfoolery from his birthday (and yes, I'll put those pics up someday).


Jill...


... exposing Rob's velcro tear-away shirt...


... and a stockpile of paper towels.


Sad little olives.


MF, pleased that the girl with the bony neck showed up.

ps: the one on the left, dawg.


Sherri and crew narrowly escaping a bad cropping job. Note the kids plotting something evil in the background.


Eagle-eye Jill back on the right spotting the digicam from 20 yards away.


3am. Burgers. That's mine on the left.


Poor cheese placement.


Visionary cheese placement.

ps: That's no hot dog - that's a chicken sausage.


Late night, while everyone drops into mack mode...


... MF breaks out the pinky game. I wish wish wish I had a better photo of this moment - the ever so slight movement of hands close, close, closer together until pinkys overlap foreshadowing hand holding, foreshadowing make out.

Loyal teendrama readers may remember last summer where The MF pulled Pinky Game with Ms. Robyn


"Oh no you just didn't!"


Late night aftermath. Who brought the 7-11 Big Gulp(tm)?


Early morning aftermath. Looks like someone didn't finish their Jim Beam.