![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
Heather and Steve in quieter times. |
Dane won't leave his martini making post. |
Jay loves his pink martinis. |
![]() |
![]() |
Brian and Sam wax philosophic about the benefits of 2 vs. 3-ply toilet paper. |
You'd think the Zoolander thing would be getting old by now...but then you'd be wrong. |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
Dane, the martini master. |
Ken gets affectionate with a bottle of liquor. |
Jay and Lisa enjoy another fine martini. |
![]() |
![]() |
5 black guys, two blondes, and the token white sk8ter boi. |
Big John inspects the martini glass for cleanliness. |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
Steve pauses to admire the bushes. |
Dane imitates Heather's trademark pose. |
A good reason to go to the bar. |
![]() |
![]() |
Dane, Kenny and Brian. |
Steve's sneer is an indication of the coming debauchery. |
![]() |
![]() |
Heather and Kenny. |
Jay subtly checks out a babe. |
![]() |
![]() |
Brian and Big John. |
Heather and Sam. |
![]() |
![]() |
Kenny grimaces from the effort of taking yet another self-portrait. |
Heather smears butter on her temples so Steve will kiss her there more often. |
![]() |
![]() |
An unsuccessful attempt to keep Dane out of the pictures. |
"Look at me! I'm raising my arm!" |
![]() |
![]() |
"Whatcho talkin' about Willis?" |
"Rawk on, dudes!" |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
The fingers over the head trick. That's a good one. |
Jaclyn arrives with more drinks. |
Heather blocks Steve from buying yet another drink. |
![]() |
![]() |
Hobnobbing with the owner. |
The ever-gracious Steve greets another newcomer to the bar. |
![]() |
![]() |
"So Steve, how many times have you touched cloth tonight?" |
Tim quietly surveys the surroundings. |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
Dane's now infamous tongue gets acquainted with Steve's armpit. |
Steve violently objects to insinuations that he enjoyed Dane's tongue lashing. |
Jay and Lisa stay out of it. |
![]() |
![]() |
Heather and Lisa. |
I can't even describe what Steve is doing. |
![]() |
![]() |
"Hoo boy, another picture!" |
"She's the one causing the ruckus." |