More fun with fire

The day after Thanksgiving, I crashed a party at a friend's house. It was a combined birthday and thanksgiving, and after the food and presents, out came the fire-breathing psychos. And, naturally, the psycho that seemed to think a camera would protect him from an oncoming fireball. Some people never learn.

Oh, lamp oil is a bit of a PITA to clean off of camera gear. When they were done with their spraying, there were these nice, photographer-sized dry spots on the ground.

Afterwards, the wee ones were put to bed, and out came the drinking game. In a rather ironic twist, I almost became the only one to get sick. That tap water will really get you if you don't salt the fries!

To put it mildly, I had a wonderful time, and.. this was all I wished my Thanksgiving could be. Thanks, folks.