out with a bang

The farewell festivities at Tucker were not hindered by the storm -- we scoff at snow. In fact, the snow actually helped to provide the pyrotechnics for the evening. At around 3:30am (I think, time becomes fuzzy around that hour), the power went out and a transformer blew right in front of our house when a snow-heavy branch fell and took out the ground line. It was quite the spectacle. It went on for some 45 minutes like a giant roman candle emitting surreal colors and a heathly dose of radiation. The explosions were so striking that Courtney was convinced it was the apocalypse, and she was poised to video the entire thing and sell it to Fox. My concern was with our new home, which was inconveniently parked right below the fireball. Eventually it set fire to the pine tree in front of the house, and despite some 15 phone calls, the fire department never showed. We got some of it on video, and you can at least get an idea from the pictures below. And the snow brought us one other special gift: the last Tucker house party was the first one where the cops didn't show up.

There were a number of people who were deterred by the snow (probably for the best, as around 20 people crashed out at our place--think bodies, not cars), and I must say, each of you were missed. For those of you who came and ducked out early, thanks for making the effort. Thanks to our djs: I'll put the link up soon so you can listen to them spin live over the internet.