Alcohol has inspired many great works of art. It also inspires quite a bit of stupid shit. Alcohol inspires me to post these pictures tonight, for instance, when I probably shouldn't. Alcohol inspired me to take them in the first place. I rarely drink (especially alone), but when both your neighbors are gone and you have an entire carriage house to yourself (and no job responsibilities to speak of the next morning) why not crack open a bottle (or two or three), crank up the music, tear off your clothes and dance away life's frustration. . .
In tribute to the evening's two honorary guests, the Idea of Communism and the Holy Ghost, I named my first-ever naked-hat-dance-party after the first sweet red thing to come out of my refrigerator: Rosehip Jam. Nothing harnesses the collective power of mystical materialism than a little self-indulgant bourgeois decadence. Break out the toast, put on a hat, and enjoy.