Carly's OK Party '06 in images

What an ignoble start. This is what we found
under the middle section of our couch, which
hadn't been cleaned in 8 months.















Karl takes in the cleanliness and fresh springtime
smell of a pre-Carly's OK Party basement.















Blair and Wilbur, before they got really drunk
and high respectively.















Before: A mildly intoxicated group of miscreants
organizes a game of Flip-a-Cup.















After: The predictable results of a game
designed to get you as shitfaced as possible,
held at a party whose raison d'etre is to get as
shitfaced as possible.















I love taking pictures of Jordan. Like directing a
movie about Steven Spielberg or writing a book
about Irvine Welsh.















And because he's so excitable, he gives you
great shots like this.















Alright, we're well underway now. Here's Ananthan
and I, relatively sober compared to what would
transpire later on in the evening.















Danny P. and 'pril, probably the most wholesome
members of this year's Ed. Board.















See, there's this thing I do when I'm drunk.
Besides being belligerent, I open my mouth into
a big gaper whenever my photo's being taken.















This otherwise cute photo of Carly and Adrian
kissing is made creepy by the weird face that
looks like it's growing out of the side of Adrian's.















I forgot that my other favourite thing about
Jordan is when he gets wasted, it's so damn
obvious.















Again, I feel the need to open my yapper to
big gaper proportions, especially in the presence
of my older-but-actually-youger pseudo sister.















Did I close my mouth at all last night?















Finally I shut it, probably in silent respect for how
drunk Bryn's friend Will was. He's normally pretty
quiet, but as this photo shows, he had a lot to say
over the course of the evening.















Dave Alexander, in fine guitar-playing dirty
hippy form.















I'm not sure why, but Carly looks scared to death
of a drunken Ananthan, who's probably the most
benevolent guy I know. Meanwhile, my mouth
hangs open like a dog's in summer.















Dan and Wilbur, in what has to be the most sullen
photo of the night. I hope it was intentional.















Pinchy, a contestant for this year's 'Carly's OK
Award for outstading drunken achievement at a
Party' wags a finger of consternation at my
papparazi-esque photography.















The new 'News Team' expresses intoxication in
their own different, yet equally hilarious ways.















Bryn and Cote, two illustrious members of the
Cord International Editors Club. I'd also like to
add that Bryn is awesome for making everyone
really touching cards (even if mine was a co-opted
bereavement card) and buying me a Brazil soccer
ball.















Two Asians, one state of mind: not sober.















With the night winding down, I keep losing my
camera and finding it again, just in time to
capture Emilie emulating my 'big-gaper'
oral expression.















Emilie laughs at something off-camera whilst
Karl ponders...how he's going to kill Bill Gates?
Whatever it is, he's thinking about it pretty hard.















Ananthan at the pinnacle of his intoxication near
the end of the night. He's my pick for the
aforementioned Carly's OK award.















Finally, it all ends with a 'jumbo-sized' Campus
Pizza, which is so huge, the slices are damn-near
impossible to eat.