Party Hardy- The End of Second Year

Slowly but surely, Cold Lampin' is catching up to the present. I'm now only
a year and 3 months behind and gaining steam. Anyhoo, in June '06 we finished
our 2nd year of residency. While the transition was anticlimactic compared to
the end of intern year (especially since we didn't get a 10day break,) we still
managed to whoop it up in style.



















First off, the crew met up for dinner and beers.




















Hersh and Hollander know what it takes to Cold Lamp.




















After dinner, we headed out to the Haight to shake our moneymakers at Milk.
Well played, Hollander... well played.

























I think it can be said without hesitation that I enjoy beer.




















Apparently, so does Frymoyer.



Whenever I go out in public, I have the uncanny ability to attract
beautiful women who want nothing more than to demonstrate their love...


...see what I mean? It's my blessing and my curse.


Poor Tong was apparently getting jealous of all the attention I was receiving
and decided to drum up a little business of his own. Don't look too enthused,
Betty.


Nicely done, Tong... you're catching on.


Buck takes a self portrait and catches a fine example of stealth Cold Lampin'.


Buck and N-Diesel let it rip.


N-Diesel and Tong... foreshadowing their eventual pairing as roommates?


Shon and Natalie.


Whenever you see Buck pulling out the old "Broken-elbow" dance move,
it is always safe to assume that the dance floor is heating up!


Here's a brilliant plan:
1) See a cute girl on the dance floor and tell Kevin to go stand by her
2) Pretend you are taking a picture of him, but surreptitiously snap a picture of
her
3) Realize the next morning that she must think you are complete dorks.

...ah well, it seemed like a good idea at the time.


Meanwhile, Tong was apparently running laps around me in the contest
to get the most attention from the ladies (and Fil.)


I'm dubious about Shon's affections after her brazen display with Tong.


The only way I can explain my expression is that Shon must have goosed me.


It's getting later... and Kevin's eyes are getting squintier...



...Fil and Natalie are laying down ever-more advanced moves on the dance floor...


... and Buck is plying Tong with a good sized glass of whiskey.


This picture reminds me of what is right in the world. Good friends... good times...