It just wouldn't be a party without Jerry's half-yard.
Proving once again that doing two things at one time is impossible, I successfully smile but totally forget about the camera.
Real men smoke cigars. Well, except for these three.
I think this is the point at which Ravi wet himself. What else can that face be from?
The first of many spills that evening. Here, Andy is looking to see if "Gatorade" is on the clean-up list.
For some reason, Jay was really happy to be with Jerry and I. We were none too pleased.
Ah, just a nice picture of all the girls... hey, that's me!
The only sober moment at New Year's '98
After stumbling past the dubious
discussion between Jeff and Emily, Jim realizes that no amount of alcohol
will help him to understand... the conversation, that is.
"Ohhh-o-oh, we're dancing on the... mantle!"
The only thing scarier than Ravi in this picture is Jay grabbing for his breast.
Probably the safest place in the house to sleep... there's only room for one person.
Count Caltula
The only non-hungover people.
Recounting his days as a homeless person, Jay is able to survive the night.
JP finally gets a chance to express his inner feelings.
Somebody mugged me in the middle of the night and stole my clothes! I swear!
"Now what the hell do we do?" GO HOME!