july 16, 2000 cookout

athletic geeks?? what's the world coming to? this is sean and derrick, of whom, alas, i didn't get any closeups.

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cathy, mistress of the cookout!

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damn, but these people take their snacking seriously! i quickly removed myself from the scene after taking this, lest they see me as a threat to their nachos.

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mike gurski! moo!

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morty arrives, with the obligatory six pack of cream soda.

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nick acks just before he swallowed, with the tail of the goldfish still laying on his bottom lip.

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awwwwwww... baby!

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daniel pearson, umbc lug president and freshmeat submission bin warrior, about to inhale the chocolate pie.

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tim_meushaw.

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worst case of dandruff i've ever seen.

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backlit peter.

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phil!, master of the grill, and bdraco, soon to be a umbc victim student.

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mike takes pity on the exiled smoker and goes to visit her.

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the madness begins.

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i imagine freud would have nothing at all to say about this.

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mike stares down the barrel of his own... ummm... weapon. not even going to ask what's up with peter and the balloon...

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peter is clearly impressed.

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the arms race escalates.

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hey, if you've got it, why not show it off?

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no comment.

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ok, now i'm impressed, too.

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preparing for battle. cathy's been to the car to get her weapon. it's bigger than mike's. don't know what that means.

morty's in the distance returning from an investigation of the cellar. he found the way into dr. evil's underground lair, but wouldn't show the rest of us. :(

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now that's pride.

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the post-lunch drowsiness settles in. sean is sitting on the far table. i didn't realize until i got home that i didn't get any closeups of him or derrick. :(

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deciding on the rules. (none, basically.)

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if i hadn't been holding an electronic device, i would have been dead meat.

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as always, the camera is useless on long range shots. suffice to say that mike and mike are making cathy very, very wet.

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someone's a bit concerned about how tight her shirt has become since it got wet.

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daniel is easily amused. in this instance, by a rubber ball which he bounced into a large mud puddle shortly after this was taken.

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taken for the benefit of the guys in the group who wanted a good view of the wet shirt. this is badly backlit, but better views are coming...

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mike decides that she's wet enough, but not yet cold enough.

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a threat that was obviously never carried out (or i would have photos of the results).

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kill!

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phil! disappears into the woods, only to reappear on the opposite side of the pavilion.

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heh. :)

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cathy still covering up.

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having fun. :)

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cathy turns her supersoaker on phil!, who has been away too long and is not yet sufficiently wet.

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oh, go ahead.

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there, was that so hard?

[censored at cathy's request.]

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the pavilion was supposed to be off limits to the soakers, but...

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just making sure she has goosebumps on her goosebumps.

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steve killen, freshmeat submission bin warrior.

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steve points out that since the camera has a timer, we should prop it on the cooler and get a group shot. sorry we didn't think of this before a few people had left, but glad that someone suggested we try another shot with our faces to the sun instead of our backs...

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ah, much better! :)

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a still from "the gwynns falls witch project".

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packing up to go.

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emptying the cannon. you could just open the reservoir and dump the water out, but this is more fun.

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he'll be bahck.

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