When John's cousin Tommy began regaling us all with scandalous tales of perverse Republicanism amongst the residents of the great State of Florida, there were very few straight faces left in the room. Nevertheless, it was about this time that Tommy's Uncle John began muttering insinuations regarding the validity of the personal opinions of hirsute men, proceeding to then deck Tommy with one solid right to the beard. (Both lawsuits have since been dropped due to John's family's strong sense of camaraderie, not to mention the despicably immense fees and high-falutin' attitudes of attorneys in general.)
Around the same time that Tommy was landing adroitly on his tush, his sister (leggy, supermodel-type Cathy) and her dashingly handsome husband John were meandering around the premises of Crystal's when they happened into the lounge, where famed, Las Vegas-type hypnotist Charles Durham was performing his act. Shown here, Cathy and John demonstrate what it's like to be convinced that you are entrapped in an ever-shrinking Dixie
® cup of Liebfraumilch. (All lawsuits pending will be dropped once the clucking chicken noises subside.)
By the way, special thanks go out to our friend, the lovely Justine (pictured below), who saved the night when a sudden power failure (thanks, Pete!) plunged the ballroom into utter darkness. Thinking quickly, Justine began smiling, thereby lighting up the entire hall ~ as well as the immediately surrounding areas of Lyndhurst and Nutley. Fortunately, some of the more-inebriated guests never even noticed the blackout.
