The house was packed on Friday night for our Second Annual Holiday Open House. These photographs give you a taste of the
commeraderie, laughter and good eats--but for the total experience, there was no substitute for Being There: the women were beautiful, the men were--witty and handsome, I think, the punch was extremely punchy, cries of "I hate rabbits!" echoed from the back deck and, needless to say,
none who witnessed it will soon forget Drew and Doug's late-night interpretive dance rendition of
"Peace Dog." 
The Glitterati gather: Terry Woods, Pam Brawner, Doug and Deborah, Laura Seville
Austin with mechanical mouse and with Mom
Terry and Dave (Twist of Faite) drop by with friend Teresa.
Cathy and Sharon appresciate the Seville gift of gab...
Bryan's dashing 'stash is a chick magnet.
Drew with bretheren-in-arms Mike, Stu, Don and Rick
He's a bruiser, but he IS almost fifteen: Stan crashes halfway through the party.
Outside, by the firepit, smokers gather for warmth: comrades in nicotine Deborah, Dennette (I know I'm spelling her name wrong!!!), Laura and Paul (Yes that's Drew and no, he does not smoke)
The Last Revelers, 2 A.M.: Greg, Kip, Sherri and Drew
After the last guest has escaped into the darkness, Stan reclaims his chair; gargoyle watches over the Christmas tree...
The house was packed on Friday night for our Second Annual Holiday Open House. These photographs give you a taste of the commeraderie, laughter and good eats--but for the total experience, there was no substitute for Being There: the women were beautiful, the men were--witty and handsome, I think, the punch was extremely punchy, cries of "I hate rabbits!" echoed from the back deck and, needless to say,none who witnessed it will soon forget Drew and Doug's late-night interpretive dance rendition of "Peace Dog." 
The Glitterati gather: Terry Woods, Pam Brawner, Doug and Deborah, Laura Seville
Austin with mechanical mouse and with Mom
Terry and Dave (Twist of Faite) drop by with friend Teresa.
Cathy and Sharon appresciate the Seville gift of gab...
Bryan's dashing 'stash is a chick magnet.
Drew with bretheren-in-arms Mike, Stu, Don and Rick
He's a bruiser, but he IS almost fifteen: Stan crashes halfway through the party.
Outside, by the firepit, smokers gather for warmth: comrades in nicotine Deborah, Dennette (I know I'm spelling her name wrong!!!), Laura and Paul (Yes that's Drew and no, he does not smoke)
The Last Revelers, 2 A.M.: Greg, Kip, Sherri and Drew
After the last guest has escaped into the darkness, Stan reclaims his chair; gargoyle watches over the Christmas tree...
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