Last Night on Earth

I once had a pair of hideous aviators that my friend Andrew bought me during breakfast (yes, the service at Epicure was that bad....there has to be a reasons they're closed now, right?) last May Two-Four in Kingston on our way to Ottawa. As few of you know, they are no more. New Year's Eve in Tremblant was their swan song. That evening I did my best Corey Hart impression. The following is a photo essay dedicated to the memory of those ridiculous sunglasses...

(New Year's, you say? It's February 1st! Why did it take so long for me to do this? I just got my pictures developed last week. Sue me. Also, thanks to James and Patty for their contributions as well...knowingly, or not...)

I seem to think I'm cool...or maybe I'm just trying to figure out the tip...I don't recall....

Laura with the shades

Tracey's turn...

Patty looking sultry with some dork mauling her...

It's hard to fight 'em off with shades like those!

More sultry Patty...now with Melissa's tongue in her ear!

Now some sultriness from Tracey...

No cameras, please!

Okay, maybe just one...
(Justin doesn't seem overly impressed with me...does he?)

I seem to be slightly intoxicated...

I. Am. Spent.

The next morning? Horror!
I think I slept on them.

PS: If you caught the vague U2 reference in the title of this post, give yourself a cookie... :)

PPS: Just for the hell of it...Melissa and Patty kissing: