3rd Annual Rock, Paper, Scissors Tournament

Sunday January 27th...

A perfect lazy afternoon in Venice...



Perfect...for a ROCK PAPER SCISSORS TOURNAMENT!!!!

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And now, a quick tutorial, thanks to our beauteous model-friend Abby:

Scissors...



Paper ...



ROCK!!!!!!



Oh and of course there is the coveted Best Costume trophy...



Being that this wasn't the first time they were holding this tournament, they had the routine down and figured out.

The tournament bracket was all laid out. Those dressed in costume were awarded choice spots to start.



Competitors were assigned nicknames...



Rules were explained...




And the competition began.





Quick group costume photo op...



And then it was Andy's turn.



You'd be surprised at how stressful it is when you're up there on the mat and the room is cheering for (or against) you.

Andy kept telling me to bust out The Shocker, but I was certain that that would qualify as "Douchebaggery" and count as a point against me.

Poor little buddy got knocked out in either the first or second round by the old guy everyone was cheering against...



While Rainbow Brite, all cheerful and shit, glided effortlessly through the tournament.



There was some minor betting involved.



And I made it to Round three or so when I had to go up against my main costume competitor. I think his name was Chauncy something. He was hot.







I lost. But there was still the Best Costume award.



And that, of course, I won.




The reigning champion actually took home the overall tournament trophy belt.




Guess there really is some kind of skill behind RPS...



With the tournament over, we were free to drink and mingle with our favorites.




Obviously I had to befriend the hot one.



And of course it was only natural that we would hook the hot one up with the other hot one...



Meanwhile, everyone wanted to touch the beautiful award-winning unicorn-riding leprechaun and his shimmery golden statue.




No complaints here...



Thank you AlexRose for your brilliance and excellent professional referee-dom.



WE MISS SMERSHY!



And then we went to Mao's.



The End.

Power Hour and the Abbot Kinney Festival

The shotglasses came out.



Katie and Lady Di organized a Power Hour for sober people.



Sumner's glass was a little racy.



Also Sumner and Diana were coincidentally wearing color-coordinated outfits.



As were we.



The Power Hour started.



For those not in the know:

Power Hour = 60 shots of beer in 60 minutes.



Beer has effect on the small girls quickly.




And the Bratz dolls came out to play.




By the end of 60-ish minutes (we actually kept it going to Century Club) there were significantly more people and significantly more trashed-ness.






In her drunken state, Smersh felt the need for a wardrobe change.



Finally it was off to the festival.




Tens of thousands of people...



...and a girldude.



Bumped into Laryssa (of Adam & Laryssa).



And also saw a parade of colorful fairypilgrims.



Ended up at The Brig where they had a huge outdoor tent set up with beer and meat slices.




I don't know why but there was headbutting.



Oh and I discovered that from one very special angle, Sumner has a Michael Jackson nose.



I heart daydrinking.