You ever have one of those days where you're sitting around your house thinking to yourself "You know what would look good over there? A girl in a bikini. And how about one over there too. Damn, there, just aren't enough women in bikinis hanging out in my house." Well I had one of those days, and I decided that I could solve that problem the same way I solve all of my problems... I would throw a party. A Maverick Jam to be exact. And so Aloha Jam was born. The winners were:
The party was a success, roughly 60 people attended (Sorry that I didn't get pictures of everyone). Everyone seems to have had a fun time, and I certainly enjoyed having it. Aloha Jam may have to be a repeated party theme in the future.
See pictures from Other Maverick Jams.
-Mav
The Contest
As is tradition for my theme parties, I gave out prizes for the 3 best outfits, male and female. Winners were voted on by the attendees of the party. Third prize winners each receieved a tiki mask and a hula hoop. Second prize winners got tiki shotglasses and scented tiki candles. First Prize was a Hawaiian straw hat, a coconut ukelele and the fabled coconut monkey.
Boyz
Grrlz
1. Mav
1. Jenn
2. Don
2. Laura
3. Mike
3. Justina
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You can't have a luau without palmtrees. So Palm trees were acquired. Sort of anyway. |
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This is the snack spread. Good eatin', I'll tell you what. |
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Behold the coconut monkeys, to be used as prizes. |
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Tiki masks. Also a prize. |
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This is the giant projection lights that were on the ceiling in the attic. (the Trance Room) |
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Here it is again. Our attic makes a hell of a night club. |
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People began to arrive and filtered out onto the balcony to start the party. |
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LUCY!!! ¡Ay Caramba! |
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King Erik Cookamunga in the Chill-out Room. |
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Wayne and Renee chilling in the Trance Room. |
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Dale and Laura cutting a rug in the House Room. |
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People hanging around and talking towards the end of the party. |
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I really have no caption here, but I mean, just look at John's smile. |
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Ok, hold still so I can get a good picture. |
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Good Job, Gina, now if you can just hold still, Justina. |
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Goddammit! |
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Awwwww..... |
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Tubbs! Has anyone seen Tubbs? |
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Tim has apparently just signed up for a Verizon Mobile phone. |
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So I was cruising this monster wave. A HUGE wave. At least 2 feet. |
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This is Muffin. He scares me. Look at the eyes. |
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This may be one of the nicest portraits I've ever taken. |
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Awww silky silky now. |
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I don't know that i have ever held a party where there weren't a billion people just hanging out in the kitchen for some reason. |
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At least these people understand that sitting on furniture in the living room instead of leaning against a refrigerator is more comfortable. |
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This is Luke. "I will not dance! I will not dance!" |
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This is me. And I will. |
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Not only will I dance, I will get down with my bad self. Check the hat... its so fly. |
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Shawn and Yanna hanging out on the back patio. |
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This is Vanessa who will really have to stay longer at the next party. |
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Its always the mark of a good party when I'm going through the photos later and I'm like "who the hell are those people?" |
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And now the contest portion of the evening. This is D. |
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Dave Perry.... wiggle it... just a little bit... |
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This is Don. Don has gender issues. |
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Erik showing some leg. |
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Gina in cruise ship attire. |
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Heather, walking like the egyptians... |
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Jenn with a homemade grass skirt. |
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Jill. I wish I had a better picture of the design she painted on her chest. One of the nicest touches of any costumes from the party. |
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Justina with significant padding. Hey, if it works, it works. |
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Katie, in more casual cruisewear |
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This is Mike King. I don't actually know him. But judging by the loud chants of "King!" when he stood up, a lot of people do. |
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Laura wiggles it into 2nd place. |
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Laurie, the only person who had a grass skirt that matched their hair. |
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Marybeth doing... lets just say "interesting" sarong tricks. |
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Mathilde shaking it for the camera. |
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Max. This is my favorite concept costume of the night. In case you can't see, those are tick marks on his arm. One for every day that he has been shipwrecked on the island. |
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Ladies and Gentlemen, Mr. Don Johnson. Ummm... I mean, Mike Higgins. |
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Muffin again. I mean seriously, tell me this man is not dangerous. |
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Ok, so given the nature of this party, I found it unnecessary to single out any picture as the traditional T picture. This would be the A shot though. Thanx, Renee. |
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Roman, promising us a big show. A really big show. |
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Steph, basking in the applause. |
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There is a reason we call Chris "Tall Guy." Compare to Wayne and Renee in the picture with him. He is at leeast 12 feet tall. |
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And here is the Tribal incarnation of the Maverick. |
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This kids, is how you win a costume contest. The face paint, the braided hair, the moves... look at the moves... Its all about presentation. |
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Post contest, Jenn, finally able to take off her unsittable homemade grass skirt, relaxes. |
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Outfit #3 for the night for me. Really, I'm not nearly as drunk as I look. |
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Tall Guy is though. |
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Its not a party unless someone passes out on the floor. |
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This is Mike's bed. Chicks love Mike's bed. Pimp Mikey, Pimp! |
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This is the siren leading to the attic Trance Room. |
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Where people kept the party going all night long. |
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This is Mike. I once told Mike that he should start wearing facepaint just to be cool. This is just a trick of the light from the projector, but tell me its not working for him. |
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And really, Mathilde should just dance around in front of green lights all the time, because damn, that's cool. |
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