Some of you may still be in denial about the existence of bros in the 18th century. Pray let this picture prove you wrong.
In this scene we have such lovely vignettes as:
The slaves who’ve already fallen asleep because it’s probably four o’clock in the fucking morning at this point
Some dude cheating at cards
A guy downing an entire bowl of punch by himself and spilling it everywhere
His two friends, one of whom is nodding in approval, and the other who is pointing at him with a look that says “You sir, are a dickwad”
Someone has knocked over a candle and set the table on fire; no one gives a shit
A guy who has fallen asleep and is getting pushed off of of his chair by another guy
Said other guy is pouring a bowl of punch over the head of another guy who has also fallen asleep and lost his wig
Said wigless guy is also getting puked on by his friend who is using his pocket as the nearest vomit receptacle in the vicinity
Said puker is backing into a candle and getting his arse lit on fire
A dude behind this scene is either gesticulating wildly with his walking stick and accidentally flogging his friend, or perhaps pretending to knight him
A poor sod of a designated driver is in the background holding the door open so that his friend can projectile vomit into the vestibule
Someone just liked this post, which reminded me that it existed, and since this is still one of my favorite paintings I thought I’d add some things I’ve learned since then.
First of all, click this thing full size. You will not regret it.
Secondly, you may be interested to know that this
is Nicholas Cooke, who later became governor of Rhode Island.
This one
is Joseph Wanton, also a governor of Rhode Island
And this one
is Stephen Hopkins, who, you guessed it, also became governor of Rhode Island
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