This is my bag, which will carry some of the loot
we are going to get for the party.

Heather (the FSA "Cashier"/Treasurer) is with me
on our mission to get plates, chips, and beer.

Me.

Here is the start of what we are going to get.

Heather again.

As long as I have anything to say about it, there is going to be Coke there.

We quickly found out that taxis in Iceland are rather expensive.

Heather being the accountant person she is figured that
for every second we were in the car, it cost one kronur.

Getting some of the beer inside.

Courtney preparing her contribution to the pot-luck.

Notice Tim´s "whoopie pies" in the background.

Also notice our shit-ass microwave which Studentagarður
says they are not going to replace until after those of
us on the floor have left for home at Christmas.

Getting the big meeting room ready.

No pictures please.

Later in the evening, Esmeralda would be
wishing that she had say NO to the beer instead.

I was secretly hoping that this microwave would have been
broken, as well, but it never happened.

Here is some of the FSA´s contribution to the party.

Me at the beer booth.

Here´s Jamie, our first non-Gamli Garður resident to show up for the party.

This sign was an awesome idea, and I wish I had thought of
having everyone make signs for the type of food they brought.

Me and Liz.

She was of course trying to be funny and make a joke with her shirt,
but no one seemed to care. However, plenty of people had something
to say about me and my George "Dubya" reference that Liz did for me.

Horns are for you Fermin.

Self-Explanatory.

The party was not officially started till the candles were lit.

Liz, never one to miss an opportunity, quickly put
together a sign for the stuff she contributed.

The cheese sandwiches were great, by the way.

This was a combined group effort from some people on my floor.

It actually turned out a lot better than I thought it would.

New Zealand representin´

Esmeralda still sober.

I´m not exactly sure about this picture.

Some more of the Americans, but from a different floor.

Liz with her own home brew.

It would appear that Courtney only smiles with beer in hand.

Lukas from Sweden.

This is the picture he didn´t actually pose for.

And this is the one that he did.

Tim being the DJ.

Bart from Belgium and Heather.

Not a good picture, but taken to illustrate a point.

Even over here in Iceland, I can still be a little picky.

I have a part of one of Tim´s whoopie pies, but with no icing.

Me and Simon (ZeeMoan!!!) of Octoberfest fame.

Proud to be an American.

Somehow, Tim just happens to be in this picture of
me trying to get a good view of the party.

Still not sure who these two are, but I had
to get a picture with this guy´s hair.

If you think he was able to put a good-sized dent
in our beer supply, you are correct.

Up your ass, too!

Bing and Liz.

Heather getting more than a handful of Liz.

Ounce from Kenya and me.

Ounce, me, and Uli from Germany.

Bing, Zach, and Ounce.

Me and the Canadians.

Just for clarification, that is my hand on my own hip.

Alana likes the camera.

Bill and Courtney.

Another general picture, but this time I got the dart board in.

Courtney, me, and Uli.

Uli, me, Zach, and Tim.

Bart with the label from one of Heather´s beers.

He had this on for quite a while before noticing it.

Heather and Bart again.

Bart still with the label.

Davíð and me.

Me (still with that one Budweiser that has been with me most of the night)
with Davíð and his wife Jamie.

At least one Icelander showed up.

I have no idea who she is, but she is very
obviously Icelandic by the way she dresses.

We even had some other retro clothes show up,
besides those on the out-of-date Icelanders.

When you can´t find a table....

Me again with Jamie and Davíð,
showing my Christmas beer that they brought me.

Close-up view of the Christmas beer.

Tim pilfering some of the candles.

Just a damn funny picture.

Just some of the party-goers.

Courtney doing the splits.

She´s a little red in the face from
waiting for me to take a picture.

Alana really, really, really likes the camera in case you can´t tell.

Jamie and Lucinda.

No, I´m not even going to say anything
about their smiles.

A very drunken stylish dresser and Heather.

How often do you see a woman using the toilet standing up?

This is the result of a few too many beers/stolen drinks/vodka.

Well, this is the end of the line for the party.

Someone had to be responsible and take care of
all the extra beer and the other things of value.