MTV Networks Holiday Party 2007

Well...my internet is back up and running at a normal speed...so the picture blog rolls on! Be amazed as we take a look back at events that happened five months ago. I'll be caught up before you know it!

But before I begin, the fact that my pictures show up so small on this is really starting to aggravate me. I've tried changing my camera settings but that's not it. If any of you know what to do to make this stop happening, drop me a line and let's figure this the hell out.

And now, on with the show!

















In one of the "you can't really tell from this picture" moments (though there would be less of these if my pictures uploaded the right god damn size), there was a giant snow globe on stage that had people throwing fake snowballs at each other in it. They were dressed in full winter gear the whole night. Might've been the worst job ever.

















The number one coat check ticket. I was not to be denied this year.

















Gina and Rob were among the early partygoers, and got to drinking right away.

















Sanan enjoys some of the not-yet-picked-over food, the biggest prize for getting there before everyone else.

















Valadi waited outside with me to get in first and is sad that it took this long to star in a photo.

















Mike Churton has since moved to LA, and his friend I have no idea who that is.

















Anthony and Dave hate pictures almost as much as I love them.

















Diana, half a drink in.

















Three quarters of a drink in, and she's posing with LVI and Kristen.

















Alex Howie inexplicably brought a manilla envelope to the party. Seriously...why would you bring that? Who wants to carry that around?

















Cyndi smiles uncomfortably while Tessa takes out her aggression on a partly seen Lisa.

















Ahhh, now we see her!

















Mo's another one who loves my paparazzi-like snapping. Especially when she's eating.

















David looks at me as if to say, "Please don't jump on me like last year."

















I bet money you just said, "Awww" out loud. Way to go Alex and Robyn.

















Emu and Heather love it. You'll see that hat on me later. Worst decision ever. SO hot.

















Who doesn't love Jay? I don't know who.

















Chris doesn't really mean that.

















Cathy Lee and Jessica try to make up for the previous obscenity.

















Lookin' sharp Tony. Don't let go of her, she's gonna fall.

















Programming's other dynamic duo exhibit opposite personalities.

















Tanvi smiles while Tessa looks to continue her fight from earlier.

















But then McPaul stops in and makes it all better.

















Katie raises the roof and does not have sweat stains, which is incredible. Not because she usually does, but because seriously, it's extremely hot in there.

















Our little Karen is all grown up and getting married.

















Now I'm just starting to get ridiculous. If you take enough of these, one has to turn out good, right?

















Definitely were not posing for me. That'll show 'em!

















Greg takes a quick cell phone call from Hollywood.

















Laura may be in the foreground, but we know where the show is.

















Gawker's "Hottie Rabble Rouser" and a pretty good fish face for spur of the moment.

















Kathy Kim turns into a stereotype despite her incorrect heritage. Also, you'll notice her "WTF" sticker. Quick reminder, more for myself, this was around the time we all thought Viacom was either gonna eliminate our benefits or fire us, so the mood was a little...strange, that night.

















Sing it, Katie. Sing your god damn heart out.

















I feel like I have the exact same picture of Eric from last year...but I'm too lazy to look it up. You're more than welcome to check.

















Paulvit makes an appearance, and I never saw him again. Well, that night I mean. I'm pretty sure I saw him the next week.

















Just to put in perspective how much booze there is at this party, and to remind myself why I was so hammered, I took this picture. That's not THE bar...that's ONE bar. There's ten of these. You can't go anywhere without doing a shot or getting a drink. Crazy.

















Home Video folks always make it a good time.

















And Marketing folks never want to be outdone.

















I will never know how I got this shot of Tom and Veronica so clear.

















Melissa France threatens me, as per usual.

















Me and Anne love it. Hey Anne, if you're reading this, do you still work at Nick? I can't find you in the e-mail system!

















Heather, still hatted.

















"Play some more Warren G. please! Thanks!!"

















Wilin' out part one.






















The best.

















Wilin' out part two.

















It's Tricky! Star of the Wonder Years AND new internet web show, It's Tricky!

















"I'm watching you, buddy..."

















Sohini gets blurry, the music starts to change, and I start losing consciousness.

















"Hey Sarno pose for a hey whatever CLICK"

















Aaaaannnd, there it is. Stupid hat.

















Former cubemate Dan, probably drinking Petron.

















Nicole wasn't yet aware that her desk was going to be moved. I know this because she's smiling.

















Two thirds classy. I can't compete with Eddie and Frank.

















Rob and his friend by the bathroom. Looking back, this is the second picture I have of that girl I don't know.

















Here's a picture of someone I used to wait for the bus with in Lyndhurst. Oh yeah, I don't live there anymore.

















Me and Rachel talked about how she was enjoying her first party. Rather, I stuttered and mumbled and she smiled and nodded.

















Tricky breaks it down, old school.

















Then he tried to kiss me.


















Another trip to the bar had me running into our friendly neighborhood consumer products folks.

















And Marketing's finest, Marc Epstein, known to friends and relatives as "Meps".


















I found Jess for one last picture. She was the last person I saw that I knew for the next forty-five minutes. I then proceeded to get lost going back to CJ's, have a nervous breakdown, and dream about refrigerators attacking me. Good times! Though next year, I might have to lay off of the "party favors"...