Playful, elegant, and not above the judicious use of the word “shit."

Pictorial Recap of a Very Hurtful Holiday

This is my cousin discovering the new habit of walking around with his pants pulled down around his ankles.

This is Jon silently freaking out at the price of water ($4.00/bottle) on the room service menu at the Hard Rock Hotel and Casino in Las Vegas.

This is the green chair in our room at the Hard Rock. Other than the gigantic semen stain on the right side of the cushion, it was a very comfortable chair.

This is the bed in our room at the Hard Rock. It reminds me of a bed you might see in a really creepy scene from a Kubrick movie.

This is really creepy me taking pictures of myself in the bathroom mirror at the Hard Rock. I’m not sure what the “V” on my sweater is supposed to signify, but I think I was pretty successful at convincing everyone that night that it totally stood for “Virgin.”

This is the sunrise outside the window at the Hard Rock, because there’s no such thing as a sunset in Las Vegas.

This is our friend Pat (on the left) and Kent (on the right) outside the Mormon temple in St. George, Utah, about an hour and a half from Las Vegas. Pat was getting married and was about to end a 32-year streak of not getting any.

This is me and our friend Velia outside the St. George Temple reenacting the sacred ceremonies performed within.

This is Velia’s nine month old baby, Miles. You can’t really tell from this photo, but that kid’s head smelled just like vanilla ice cream and I almost ate him.

This is our friend Pat and his lovely new bride Rebecca, right after exchanging vows inside the temple. Notice the heavenly glow about the heavenly couple. It must be God.

This is The Dirty Three: me, Jon, and Sam outside the temple. However, Sam was clean enough that they let him inside the temple.

This is our friend Mike and sometimes he is a pimp.

This is our friend Mike and our new friend Nick. Sometimes Nick is a disco ball.

This me and scrumptious bearded Armstrong, moments before the Absolut Kurant hit like a motherfuking truck.

This is me trying earnestly to be as pimp-like as Mike. I want to be like Mike.

This is Jon telling me, baby, you should really stop trying to be like Mike.

This is me singing Britney’s “Hit Me Baby One More Time” on the karoake machine, moments after the Absolut Kurant hit me like a motherfucking truck.

This is Jon singing Charlie Daniel’s Band “Devil Went Down to Georgia” on the karaoke machine. I’d say the Absolut Kurant hit him more like an economy-size Toyota than a motherfucking truck, but we all can’t hold our liquor like an Armstrong, now can we.

This is me taking a photo of Jon because he was just so cute and because I was just so drunk.

This is Mike singing Dolly Parton’s “9 to 5” on the karaoke machine.

This is a group of random people at this great karoake party. I can’t remember any of their names.

This is more random people. I think I remember the blonde girl on the right talking earlier in the night about how her dress was cutting off her fucking circulation at her fucking underarms, and then she apologized to her niece who was sitting across the room, so fucking sorry for saying fuck. I really think I should hang out with her more.

This is me singing the bassline to Cher’s “Believe” because I was too drunk to get actual words out. And there is the fucking underarm circulation lady. She totally rocks.

This is Mike and we love him dearly.

— All photos by Jon and Heather Armstrong, except for the one of The Dirty Three, that one was taken by a 2-year old.

  • when i grow up, i want sarah b. to be you.

  • Wow, this is my fav. set of photos yet! I can’t get over how familiar you look, Heather. Are you from Davis County?

    Hay Arrancia, if you are from Bntfl, what high school did you go to? This may just be a dorky UT renioun.

    By the way, H, your fucking beautiful.

  • I have this sudden urge to do some heavy ‘under the influence’ karaoke.

  • moose

    Tiny dooce relatives seem to have a thing for bottom systems? Fun pix.

  • <3 Good stuff.

  • SnarkyPup

    Two thoughts:
    1) A bottle of water is five bucks at the Sheraton Hotel in New York.
    2) The quote from Kurt Cobain at the Hard Rock is a great line when it’s in the original song, but stripped of all irony and put on a hotel wall like a quote from fucking Jefferson or something it’s just wrong, wrong, wrong.

  • yay for the temple ritual reinactment scene!! i’d like to see a whole series of those. great photos, great blog. x’s and o’s
    The Silke

  • always good pictures. always good laughs.

  • sorry 2ce. didn’t mean to be mean.

  • Mike looks familiar. I think I bought a Camaro from him in Reno.

  • Lovely

    Very nice.

  • First of all I want to know how you *knew* it was semen. Secondly, you’re the second woman I’ve heard say something about the smell of babies heads in 3 days. I’d never heard it before. This worries me.

  • pickle

    A sight to amuse/interest you… It’s about Utah naming traditions! 🙂
    http://www.wesclark.com/ubn/

  • Great pics! It scares me a little that you chose to sing Cher’s “Believe,” which is a song that drives me absolutely nuts, but it looks like you had an excellent time. (The photo of the kid with the pants around the ankles is pretty goddamn terrific.)

  • dooce…you rock my world.

    and you’ve got great taste in music.

  • oh yes…and have a happy new year 🙂

  • kath

    Wonderful pics! I had no idea you were a sunglasses model!

  • nmk

    Looking at those pictures makes me oh so sad that my new camera didn’t arrive on time.

  • Great Pics! Happy New Year!

  • Igor

    Without wanting to be an absolute pig about this, but since y’all are using the f word as if George Walker is going to take it up into the tax legislation and charge for it next year, I’m surprised you don’t see the connection here : a big semen stain in the hotel room of a couple of newlyweds (a good looking guy -although I’m not into guys – and a murderously beautiful woman) and pictures of a vanilla flavored baby. Like hey, could you be more obvious ? Not unless you drove a motherfucking truck over it.
    The blond girl also seems quite pleasing, in an appetiser kind of way.

  • I so did not mean to offend Dooce. I can see how that might be a sensitive spot.

  • that viewing these photos [there are some nice semi-arty onces in there too…] and listening to ‘newness ends’ by the new year is like looking at old daguerrotypes in an antique store, at people long gone, there lives forgotten and gone.

  • hollow man

    Hey, why don’t you post a song list of like 200 really good songs?

    Because that New Year tune was great, and I have no taste.

  • I watched a brilliantly titled but very mediocre movie the other night, and was startled by how much you resemble Joan Crawford before she went drag queen. If you ever have a chance to see “The Gorgeous Hussy”… well.