2000 was the year that I taxed my poor backyard to it's limits. Filling up almost every square foot with timber and black plastic, I left little room for the party besides inside my house and on my front lawn. With DJ Yurm spinning tunes in my den and at most 20 people crowding into my kitchen, that left little room for milling about. About 250 guests covered my front yard and seeped into the street. Considering the front door was open and the music was blaring, I'm surprised I didn't get busted till 4 AM. Maybe God DOES like me! On to the pictures! Or would you like a video walkthrough?