Post #477340 by woofmutt on Sun, Aug 16, 2009 10:38 AM

Memory is hazy.

I recall observing that Mrs. Riviera doesn't like Mr. Riviera dancing with other boys even if the other guy is the host of the party. (Though the rest of the world has forgot it the Lamabada apparently remains "the forbidden dance" in the Riviera household.)

This year's Voodoo Punch was so strong it was only served in this size glass:

There was much of the usual conversation and hilarity that typically happen whenever Northwesterners and their giant brains get together. (I'd share some insights but you wouldn't get it.)

Then some sorta weird music and chanting began and I heard screams along the lines of "No! No! Oh God no!" and people were running everywhere and leaping in the koi pond and there was much confusion. I assumed something naked was happening but soon realized it was much more strange and horrific than _______ and ________ running around pantsless. (Look at that Ivan and Larry, I kept your identities a secret like I said I would.)

It was utter chaos and all I can really recall is the music, chanting, and screaming. But I apparently snapped some pictures:

I heard something on the news this morning about a mysterious "smoking pit" that opened up last night on a block in north Seattle so I suspect the worst.