I travelled to Chicago on a weekend in September of 2001, and attended a party at my brother's apartment, on the campus of DePaul University. Good times were had by all, and dancing occurred.

	Julia and I took a picture a little too close to our heads, and exposed our multiple chins.
	All the ladies, who knew my name decided to "get down."
	Mary glaces at Curtis sheepishly.
	A group of people, too numerous to individually identify, appeared.
	College girls make obscene types of gestures.
	Brian and I look positively frightening in this picture.
	Curtis and Justin poorly feign conversation.
	This is some girl and me. I was later told that her right name is "Amanda." Time will tell.
	Julia and Justin and Curtis and Mary, grouped together.
	Mary, looking odd.
	This photo has achieved a certain level of fame among students at DePaul. I was engrossed in the music, and absolutely oblivious to the goings-on around me. This was the desktop wallpaper for one of Brian's roommates, for some time.
	Some more girls, smiling hard.
	Justin and Curtis also feign disappointment poorly.
	Someone is stalking Justin.
	Why do white people always, at some point during a party, do the train? Why?
	A slough of women, getting all dancy.