"It's Craig! It's Craig! It's Craig, it's Craig, it's Craig! Get the **** up, Craig!" (Drew Vinson)
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PS14j - August 30th, 2003
(Photos by William Matheson, Jenn Smith, and Drew Vinson)
"It's Craig! It's Craig! It's Craig, it's Craig, it's Craig! Get the
**** up, Craig!" (Drew Vinson)
William Matheson's pictures:
From left to right: Andrew Kazmel (last year's Coordinator),
Liam Arbuckle (past SMUSA President), Andrew Arbuckle (Facilitator). See
the high-res version of this image.
We're all ready to go!
The campfire site, the place of our group's last meeting.
Top, from left to right: Alex, Ian, Kerra, Mandy, Erine, Carolyn,
Meghan.
Bottom, from left to right: William, Matt, Rob, Keith, Chester.
See
the high-res version of this image.
After this was taken, another guy came up and said, "Are you sure that worked?" and wanted to take another one. Well, I was sure it worked - I framed the shot and set up the mini-tripod atop a wheeled barbeque myself! =) Anyway, the second picture is so blurry that it's difficult to make anyone out. It seems that half the time I give the camera to someone else to take a shot, my shots are victimized by camera shake. Indoor pictures I don't have quite so much trouble with.
Mouse (Erin). She's got her Sloan-look
going on. See the high-res
version of this image.
Cheyney's ready to par-tay! See
the high-res version of this image.
I think Matt Langille (left guy) and Ryan Cox (right guy) are happy
that they have proof that they're even acquainted with all these wonderful
people. I wish I did; it kind of sucks sometimes being the photographer.
See
the high-res version of this image.
Kathleen (standing) and Mandy (all Facilitated-out). See
the high-res version of this image.
Uh-oh.
The journey back. I wanted to take a picture of me standing on the
shore jumping and waving as if I'd been left behind, but it turned out
that this trip was ours to take.
Keith (left) and Rob (right) had to run and leap just to get on the
boat.
Must smart when you get tackled...
All our stuff from camp.
Spaz (Jeremy), once again "bossing people around." He really liked
this shot. We're getting ready to pack Frosh Packs.
We had an assembly line going on in here; it was hella cool. I'm sure
Gwen Stefani would have loved it.
Front, from left to right: Spaz (Jeremy, taking a breather from
all that bossing people around), Steve Slaunwhite.
From left to right: Mouse (Erica), Sean McGee, Andrew Arbuckle,
Rob. Andrew is collecting money and taking names for the party that night.
See
the high-res version of this image.
The remainder of the pictures on this page are from Andrew Arbuckle's party. I wisely left my own camera behind.
Drew Vinson's pictures:
From left to right: Drew Vinson (contributor!), Rob, Dibber (Steve), Craig.
See
the high-res version of this image.
From left to right: Craig, Jess, Dibber (Steve). See
the high-res version of this image.
Hey! It's me! See
the high-res version of this image.
Alex drinking his namesake's finest.
I'm sure Drew Vinson felt this had some significance.
Hey, it's me again! What am I doing among all those beautiful women,
you ask? Well, you'll sure think all the better of my social stature when
I tell you I paid to be there!*
* - Actually, the money was for alcohol at a semi-open bar. The joke is that in the eyes of some, I might never be invited to such an event unless I paid someone off.
Yikes. It actually didn't seem this packed in person.
Chester's (front) lookin' for the guy who's imitatin' his American
Eagle style.
Right, front to back: Mouse (Erin), Sean McGee. Left, back*:
Zack.
* - But despite that, he's a really smart guy.
This picture was taken ... well, I'd prefer not to speculate as to
why
it was taken =) but the procedure was that every guy but Drew (who took
this shot) and the hosts had to leave the room such that the hosts could
get a picture of just the women. I guess if I had this many women in my
house at once, I'd be inclined to record it, too. See
the video clip taken here. Front, yellow: Karrinne, of the "-3000
story." See the high-res
version of this image.
Okay, guys, wait... See
the high-res version of this image.
SIMMER! See
the high-res version of this image.
Ah, forget it. See
the high-res version of this image.
Adam Maher, with a rip-off of Craig's shirt. Ah, well. (Total biter!)
Left: Kerra. See
the high-res version of this image.
From left to right: Adam Maher, Dibber (Steve), Eric Miller.
Front, left to right: Matt Cameron (past SMUSA VP Internal Affairs), Andy, Paul Archer. I don't know if they specifically were on door duty, but
I can tell you that the people who were took things pretty seriously. ID's
were checked at the door, lists were made... and, not so suprisingly, everything
went smoothly and safely.
It usually took a minute or two to get up or down the stairs.
Puddin, (in doorframe) giving Andrew (back left) and friends a hand
with the booze. It was pretty stuffy in the corridor to the kitchen, but
I imagine the kitchen itself was okay. If it wasn't, then these guys must
have had a rough night.
It's a shot of Julia. Fine, it's a crappy one, but it's a shot of Julia.
'Nuff said.
Right: Spaz (Jeremy).
Jess and Rob. See
the high-res version of this image.
From left to right: Puddin, Andrew Arbuckle (host).
Woot! More Jul- uh, I mean, more Rob and CRO! Yeah!
From left to right: Erine, Eileen. See
the high-res version of this image.
From left to right: Terri-Lynn, ?, Rob.
Jenn Smith's pictures:
From left to right: Kathleen, Jenn Smith (contributor!). See
the high-res version of this image.
From left to right: Matt, William Matheson. Matt gave me some
good insight on how I should cope at parties and
other intense social situations.
See
the high-res version of this image.
From left to right: Mandy (my co-Facilitator), Kathleen, Terri-Lynn,
?. See the high-res version
of this image.
See the high-res
version of this image.
Awww, Liam's (Andrew's older brother) still got the Madd Style! See
the high-res version of this image.
Things started getting kind of wild on the second floor; it's hard
to say how much of this bed was left after we were through with it.
"Don't be whack, vote for Zack!"
I'm here! I'm alive! I belong! Maybe! Actually, I had a pretty damn
good time. It was probably my first or second favoruite house party of
all-time.
Ahh, there's Ju- Eric Miller! Woot! Celeb shot! Beaver and Penguin
artist over in back, yo!
Ah, movement. This is pretty much how people had to squeeze to get
around.
From left to right: Paul Archer, Andrew Arbuckle.
Front, left: Steve Slaunwhite. See
the high-res version of this image.
From left to right: Terri-Lynn, Jenn Smith.
See the high-res
version of this image.
Diary entry, written after arriving back at the SMU computer labs from the party:
I feel awful.
I’m such an idiot. What am I doing with essays like “William’s Problems?” and what am I thinking by putting up pictures and words on the Internet for the world to see? It’s a wonder that I haven’t been sued in reality.
It’s 4:32am, Saint Mary’s time. I’d like to sleep until nearly 7 when the bus comes but I’m afraid that some security guy will come and kick me out if I’m asleep. I haven’t had good sleep in days.
Alcohol is fun in the way you can cut loose. It’s amazing how otherwise normal people can be transformed into dancing people with just a little applied with care.
I learned how to interact 1-on-1. I’m so fucking tired it’s not even funny. Anyway, I needed to learn how to focus on the 1-on-1 instead of 150-on-1 such that I can cope and I don’t have to be high-strung all the time, always seeking an audience or a cheap laugh.
I am so embarrassed. I’m ashamed to be who I am. I rarely feel that way. I think it’s the hangover talking. Four drinks for me is still too many.
On the other hand, I had some epiphanies, and I walked down to campus feeling pretty good. I suspect my spirits will rise with the sun, if only I can make it that long. Peace out. I’ll edit this later. (update: No, I won’t.)
[McNally East is great, although it was probably not built with the intention of giving a drunk William Matheson a place to stay until the sun rises.]
Diary entry, written in the Library the following Friday, just before the Robe Bowl:
As much as I’m sitting here worrying, I have a lot more self-confidence than I used to, and I think people are noticing. This current trend got started back at Andrew’s party when Matt pulled me aside to tell me that I shouldn’t be trying to overwhelm everything with my presence. I kind of knew the things he told me - that I was nervous around people and always trying to be a character – but it had never been explained so eloquently to me before. As far as being nervous goes, I had been trying to harness the nervous energy into self-depreciating comedy such that I would become funny and popular, and I wasn’t consciously aware of it. Now I realize that it’s not my ultimate destiny to become “Will the character” (TURFBURN aside), and worse, I’ve come to the realization that I’m not really a funny guy, either! Sure, I say funny things sometimes, but so does everyone. Being CW’s “most entertaining guy I know” took a lot of unnecessary energy that would have been better spent in relaxing or writing. It sure wasn’t going to get me a girlfriend, and the fact that I donned the sanguine mask after returning to CPA for Grade 12... well, I did it because I wanted people to like me, and I thought that was all that mattered. Being comfortable with yourself, though, is somewhat more important. (I know that this is grade-school wisdom I’m picking up as a university senior, but I digress.) I’m learning to slow down and enjoy myself – and I’m appreciating anew the exquisite pleasure of one-on-one, face-to-face interaction. Actually, that’s how I treat parties and large groups of people now – instead of trying (too hard) to be the entertaining pariah, I look at the events as a series of one-on-one interactions. (People at parties don’t want to have to expend the energy to notice something, anyway.) It’s so much fun to sit down on a couch and talk to someone as opposed to searching for something funny to say, and only through looking into one another’s eyes are the most important feelings exchanged, and then the process of getting to know someone truly begins.
See all the high-res images linked to from this page, on one page. (Not for faint-of-heart computers.)
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