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............. Mr. Peanut joins in for a little dancing.  .............. Nice to see Patricia having a good time.  ........... Oh-oh. You know what happens when that karaoke machine comes out . . . Security shows up :-)  .............. And wannabe singers . . .  .............. The Skipper blows the signal horn to announce the official start of the Friday Night Party. And you all thought that I was the only one that went around blowing my own horn :-) Watch your comments . . . .  .............. The ladies kicking up their heels  ....................... Mr. Peanut takes a smoke break. . .  .............. . . . And so does his apprentice.  .............. Hey, ahh, Commander, um, you may want to wipe that giant booger off . . .  .............. Weeeeee - Glow Sticks! You wanna see what they looked like in the dark?  ..................... Like this:  .............. It must be something about Orillia that always brings out The Macarena.  ................ After all the times we've danced to that darn song, it appears that we STILL can't get in sync. So, while we are all enjoying our winter break (sigh), we can practice the correct moves. Check this link: MACARENA MOVES.  .............. At least these guys got a chuckle out of the dance.  .............. Need a hand with all them drinks there, SOWeiller?  .............. "Paul, didn't I ask you to get these ladies a couple of drinks, too?"  .............. Holly Molly, Parker really got allot of sun, eh? He's so hot, he's burning up.  .............. Hey Kevin, is that a saxophone in your hand, or were you just happy to see Pat?  ....................... "See, Paul - I TOLD you I'd still be awake at 11:52 p.m.!"  ................... "It can't be that late, Paul - Dave is still awake."  ..... Delirious from the heat, Steve resorts to drinking a Miller beer, along with his rye. 
..... Speaking of delirious - it must have been the heat - but I was sure I saw an oasis across the water. . . 
..... Midnight & Pat is still raring' to go! (Maybe it was Kevin's saxophone)  ..... This is an actual, unretouched photo. You tell me - is that sweat running down, or just Gib's usual bright, sunshiny personality gleaming off him?  |
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