Final Hurrah...

There were two occasions for Justin to throw a shindig at his house. 1 being that he is another Aquarius. The second being that he had decided to shed himself of his stifling, "conformist" suburbian lifestyle to something a little more befitting the single, budding rockstar. He was moving on up.. to downtown P-town.

In order to cleanse himself of his old domicile, the only stipulation that he made was that all the drinks be CLEAR.
And they were....

Right down to the jello shots made with 151. Those hurt. Especially if you drank a lot of them.

Things were good.. lots of people drank way too much and everyone was a little friendlier than usual even.

And I'm not sure if it just sounded like fun or if it was to annoy the neighbors one last time, but Justin decided to do a farewell concert in his garage.





I'm pretty sure that's what made the cops come. How funny is that? Having your house party broken up by the cops, when everyone there is pushing 30? We weren't sure whether to laugh or cry about that. It was all ok though. Nobody got arrested, nobody got in trouble.. was a good night.