The weekend of the formal, my good friend and former roommate Chad (as opposed to my former friends and current roommates) came to visit me. Along with a night of gorgeous girls, glam, and glitz, we also decided to go visit Alcatraz, so we could enjoy the freedom to throw a dance party even more.
The last time I went with Mom and Dad was probably a good 15 or so years ago, so I wanted to see it again. We went on the night trip, which I recommend. As it starts to get dark the prison gets a little creepy and you get a better sense of what it must have been to live there day after day. It also made me realize what freedom is. They did not have the freedom to do anything, I cannot even imagine that, this bird needs to fly free! I think Lynard Skynard knows what I'm talkin' about.
Here are the highlights of that trip, and when I get a chance I will visit my buddy Chad Riding out in Sac Town and tell you all about that.
Here are the intrepid explorers. Chad was pretty excited to see Alcatraz I think.
The Rock, this is where they sent the prisoners who refused to stay in jail. They broke old Scarface himself in this joint. There are still pieces of Al Capone's spirit lying around, take one home as a souvenir.
You may or may not know that a group of Native Americans took over the island for a brief period, vestiges of that occupation remain. For the record, the sign is just for show, they let us dock and walk around and stuff. Even without a pass.
Several escape attempts were made. There is no evidence that any were successful. The Rock keeps what's hers.
The Rock was stylish as well. Being stuck on a tiny island guarding dangerous criminals all day is no excuse to look scruffy. Good style is a way of life. Double breasted coats: required. What has happened to America?
Just another inmate. Doing some hard time.
Sun setting on The Rock. Some of the prisoners said that at this time of night if the wind was right, you could hear people partying in Fisherman's Wharf across the bay. Sounds like these prisoners had a pretty crappy life. I for one would rather be partying in Fisherman's Wharf then stuck out on some rock with a bunch of criminals.
Not hard to imagine that the ghosts of guards killed in a prisoner uprising might still haunt these walls.
Mandatory reenaction of Titanic. No one else did it, but I got a few laughs. Mission accomplished.
This group also had a couple of guys with some really great style. I think I am going to have to start wearing my vests with jeans. It is cool. I also have been doing a lot of sewing and little bit of cooking, so keep an eye on Fashionably Harrison and taste for taste.
The Rock, this is where they sent the prisoners who refused to stay in jail. They broke old Scarface himself in this joint. There are still pieces of Al Capone's spirit lying around, take one home as a souvenir.
Not hard to imagine that the ghosts of guards killed in a prisoner uprising might still haunt these walls. 
Mandatory reenaction of Titanic. No one else did it, but I got a few laughs. Mission accomplished. 
Just thought I would let everyone know how the party went last weekend. There are many more pictures on facebook, but here are a few that I am in and a couple that show the decorations. We probably had sixty or seventy people, and they had a great time. Mark your calendars for next year!
Here you can see the balloons before the balloon drop and some of the twinkle lights.
My karaoke friend Ruth from Palo Alto. I mostly just did sexy faces for these pictures.
Krissy!
The King and the Queen, I should have known I would win at my own party, but Ciara won legitimately. Next year I am going to take myself out of the running, then it will be a little more competitive.
