Showing posts with label Eternal Creations. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Eternal Creations. Show all posts

Monday, December 10, 2007

Squonk Lockjaw is a Party Animal!

Squonk's been making the rounds of several Second Life parties lately. The other night he dropped into Eternal Creations right in the middle of what appeared to be a costume party. Here you can see Batman and Pac-Man were tearing up the dance floor with the likes of Papa Smurf, Freakazoid and others.


This evening, Squonk was just exploring and happened upon a replica of the house from "Psycho." That was cool enough, but just down the road he found Brandi's Diner.

A Christmas party was just starting up. The DJ was decked out as Santa Claus spinning hits of the 50's and 60's, not to mention a bunch of holiday favorites too.


As you can see, Rudolph was a bit...well...different than I remember. Anyway, Brandi's Diner was a fun place. The 50's style look was very well done. Just down the road a SL version of Graceland is under construction. Squonk will have to check back when it is done.

Tuesday, December 4, 2007

Dance Like David Danced?

Tonight I arrived at Molaskey's (since that's the last place I visited) and, alas, there was no live music. But I got chatting with one of the folks who runs the place and they recomended checking out a place called Tableau. There wasn't anything going on there either, but it was a cool place to explore. Someone sure put a lot of work into the look of the place.

Then, after trying out some sky-diving (sorry no pics), I moved on to the beach at Eternal Creations. This is a Christian gathering place and tonight they were tearing up the dance floor. It kind of made me laugh thinking about all my friends who went to Wheaton College, where dancing was verboten. Wonder if they would've gotten away with it in Second Life? Of course, this was 15 years ago, I understand the dancing restriction has since been lifted.

Squonk just sat and watched for a bit...then he actually figured out how to join in the dancing. Too bad he couldn't figure out how to stop.