These shots cover the time period from right after the first night's show to right before the second. First up, a trip to the Acropolis! A group of us walked, while the rest of the lazy fucks (save Lauren and her guy, who decided that they'd rather eat good food) drove.

I whipped out my mighty Howard the Duck TPB, mainly to amuse Erica and Cami. I also passed around my hat for photos. Yes, that is my hat on Erica. No, you may not borrow it, unless you are cute. Or I like you. Or... damn. Ok. Borrow it. And yes, that is a shot of lovely, lovely darkness on the right.
After a lovely dinner of... um... something. I think there was corned beef hash, but I had eggs... well, anyway -- after that whole mess, I followed Edd and Matt back to their room so that I could enjoy the comforts of their floor. In retribution, I dominated matt and made him pretend to be Elvis, then took a photo of Edd's foot while she was changing. I am such a dickens!
I was awoken bright and early the next morning, and (after being informed that I had inoffensive snores) was escorted down to breakfast at ACDC. There I managed to talk to a few people I hadn't previously gotten much of a chance to, and also to take a very lovely and artistically blurry shot of my tray. Yay tray! I will assert that I am getting somewhat (but not much) better at this point about not blurring my shots. But I swear by all that is holy that I will manage to get my camera-skills up to par by the time I take more naked-chick shots tonight! So help me jebus.
And here we have the Julian-person, who coincidentally enough is rooming at Columbia with the girl I hooked up with at her senior prom after her boyfriend made a tool of himself. It's a small world. And luckily, my talk of small worlds distracts you all from the shot of me in this row. We will pretend it doesn't exist. Won't that be fun?
Later in the day, a group of people got together to study. I got bored, and started taking more crappy pictures (yay!!!) to amuse myself. As tends to happen when pictures are being shot, someone immediately inserted a flashlight into the cleavage of the girl wearing red latex. Why does that friggin' always happen?
I took a second, clearer shot of Lorelei's well-lit cleavage, and then passed around the camera for playtime. People love cameras. Also puppies. But I don't let puppies play with my camera.
Playtime continues, neckrubs occur, and edd is surprised. I think the person holding the camera at this point was Matt Krohn or Kevin, both of whom are remarkably cool guys... Kevin's the one in the next row with no sleeves, and Matt's in the row above us, well lit and in the center.
Eck... another photo of me. This is why I rarely let my camera out of my hands. Well, distract yourself with the remarkable pair of legs two spots to my left. And hey, it could be worse... I could be smiling in such a stupid, doofy way that I want to rip my own eyes out of my head and squish them beneath my feet every time I see the photo...
Noooooooo.... *rip* *rip* *plop* *squish* ... damn my journalistic integrity. I should have deleted that shot. That's the type of photo that in ten years will be used to guarantee that my children never allow themselves to be within 10 feet of me in public.