the witches brew

it was supposed to be a cult-like burning of any remaining evidence we had of our school years.

instead,

it became a good old fashioned gaggle around a struggling flame.

and so, as the night grew on, the more passion pop we drank, the more broth we ate from our cauldron and the more we almost became burn victims (and almost nearly did).

a few drop bear sightings were also made, however, being in our slight incoherent state they could have easily been possums piggybacking possums.

if you're not a freak: http://www.flickr.com/photos/huntingforwitches/