It all started out on a quiet Friday night. 72 boxes of Jello riddled the countertop alongside their friends, 5 gallons of rum, Vodka, and assorted "fruity" drinks. Alas, the serenety of the scene would not last, as several house members started to arive. Quickly the debauchery began, as the boxes of Jello were soon turned from potential edible desert packages into a crude game of "Jello Jenga". Pitting the keen, naturistic senses of Andy versus the clumsy, yet powerful, Homer-like skill of Craig, the dancing pole was soon surrounded by a leaning tower of colorful containers. Balanced delicately so as to overturn at the slightest touch..Craig takes his fatalistic move...The third row of "Berry Madness" did not hold up and Jello Jenga declaired a winner! Nature Boy Andy!!!

And so... The next morning began the eventful "Pouring of the Pourage". Tired, hung-over, anxious members of Visceral Winds woke up somewhere after the crack of dawn and the fall of noon to start the finger-licking, fridge-stuffing, floor-cleaning task of distrbuting a healthy amount of alcohol and solidified gelatin into many many containers.

2 full refrigerators later, it was time to hit the beach and let the masterpiece cool off. 100lbs of jello in 1500 plastic cups, ready for upwards of 120 guests that may meander through our humble beach dwelling this evening. And the guests Arive... Laughing...Drinking...Dancing...Decbauching!

Little to the naive party-goers knowledge...We put a Stud in the midst of the jello-craze! Spy-like, Mike would quickly and seductively move from patron to patron...getting all the vital statistics for a future secret redezvous. Things like name, number, boxers or briefs! You know! Important stuff!

And then there was a Keg!

And the Craig-o-rater...filled with God knows what!

So, J.B.! Chris! How was the party??? I think that about says it all! So Now You Know The Story! Wait! Where's George?!   Ohh, yeah...almost forgot! Since he couldn't get a date, later on, george was caught playing with his pole.