Nicole, Brian, and myself went to a party at a "Rock & Roll Photographer's" house. There were a few bands, and everyone was nice enough, but there was just something lacking...

   While standing on the edge of his back yard overlooking Laurel Canyon, we first heard, then saw what looked like a massive raging party on the other side of the canyon. Lasers, screaming, flashbulbs, thumping bass...

   We decided to try to find it, and somehow BS our way inside. It was a long shot. We were all wasted, had no idea what street it was on, and had to walk at least a mile down then up a steep hill to find it.

   As luck would have it, a cab showed up -the SAME CAB that dropped us off! We jumped in, and told him where we thought we should go. Somehow, we arrived minutes later to a huge mob scene. A hundred or so party folks were crowding the entrance to the mansion.

   After some fast and creative talking with security, we were let in -somehow we'll never really know how...

   -Rob & Nicole

Cheesy, yes...necessary, yes.

Andy Dick wasn't being funny like he is on TV, but he wouldn't have stood a chance with my underwear getting all the laughs!

(Oh, and thanks for feeling me up)

Traci Bingham kissing Nicole goodnight before saving some party-people from drowning in the pool.

Nicole trying hard to look bored.

"Yup! When you can't be bothered to wait in line for a toilet, go explorin' through the jungle!"

There's nothing more joyous than crashing a really good party. They've crashed ours, so it all goes around I guess...