Yeah, here you go - we haven't even left my block yet and already Scott's got his shirt unbuttoned trying to see if it's any easier to hail a cab while looking like a gay leather enthusiast. ˆ scott ˆ birthday ˆ drunk ˆ

We met up with Sarah and her roommate Rachel at POP. ˆ sarah l ˆ

Sarah, Scott, Grant and Tim - squirreled away at a little table in the back. ˆ grant ˆ sarah l ˆ scott ˆ tim f ˆ

Me and the birthday boy! ˆ me ˆ scott ˆ birthday ˆ

Grant and Tim drink tequila (while Sarah does her impression of a gopher peeking out of a hole). ˆ grant ˆ tim f ˆ shots ˆ

You may remember previous entries here that meticulously documented the effects of tequila on human social interaction, here's another one for the record. One shot later, Grant's revisiting Sarah's boobies. ˆ grant ˆ sarah l ˆ boobs ˆ

Scott, Gran, Sarah and Tim's eye. ˆ grant ˆ sarah l ˆ scott ˆ tim f ˆ birthday ˆ thumbs up ˆ

I licked Sarah's cheek and she licked... ˆ me ˆ sarah l ˆ tongue ˆ

...the inside of Grant's mouth! ˆ grant ˆ sarah l ˆ lick ˆ tongue ˆ

After POP, we walked down to the East Village and then the Lower East Side and pretty much had a drink in each bar we saw. ˆ scott ˆ tim f ˆ walking ˆ

Some random bar, four hours later. ˆ grant ˆ me ˆ scott ˆ tim f ˆ birthday ˆ shots ˆ

It's just not a night out with the fellas from EnJay until somebody pees all over something that belongs to somebody else. ˆ scott ˆ pee ˆ

Four drinks later and (many hours later) and Grant finds himself locking lips with yet another "beaut." (The only thing funnier than this pic is Grant's reaction when I showed it to him days later...he didn't even remember being at this bar, nevermind the girl.). ˆ grant ˆ drunk ˆ kiss ˆ strangers ˆ

We closed out the night at Vig Bar, a few blocks from my house. Here's John Christie and Grant laughing hysterically while they watch Tim... ˆ grant ˆ john c ˆ

...THROW UP! If you look closely, you can see I've just barely managed to capture the puke leaving his mouth *shudder*. ˆ tim f ˆ barf ˆ

Okay, in fairness to Tim I'm including this picture of his ass-stitches. Earlier in the week, he'd had a cyst removed from his tailbone and he was popping Vicadin prescribed to him for the pain. Vicadin and 15 drinks = Vomit. (by the way, look at those ghetto-ass stitches. It looks like a mis-laced sneaker for fuck's sake. Ew. ˆ tim f ˆ man ass ˆ ouch ˆ stitches ˆ

I call this photo "Birthday Boy, 5:42am." If you listen very carefully while looking at this picture, you can actually hear him groaning. (PS - Is that a velour shirt you're wearing, Scott?) ˆ scott ˆ 105 bowery ˆ best ˆ drunk ˆ

Meanwhile, Tim busied himself purging his body. ˆ tim f ˆ 105 bowery ˆ barf ˆ

At some point in the early morning, my roommate's cat walked into the living room with something in his mouth. Which closer investigation revealed to be this severed mouse head! UGH! Here's Scott laughing hysterically and posing with it. ˆ scott ˆ best ˆ birthday ˆ laugh ˆ mouse ˆ

Grant had already gone to bed, so we decided to bumrush his room (he was staying in my roommates room) and wake him up by screaming and throwing the severed mouse head in bed with him. Here he is caught by the flash mid-scream... ˆ grant ˆ bed ˆ scared ˆ

Remember when you were a kid, sitting in 2nd grade wondering what you'd be like when you were finally "all growed up?" Hehehee. Happy 27th, baby. ˆ scott ˆ 105 bowery ˆ birthday ˆ nips ˆ

We eventually got to sleep around 7am. These crazy fucks came into my room at like 9:15 and woke me up because it was "time to get some eggs." Scott was in good shape until he got a whiff of the extra large plate of bacon I ordered and got really nauseous. ˆ scott ˆ tim f ˆ hangover ˆ homestyle cafe diner ˆ

So while we ate breakfast, he went outside and caught some sleep at the park. (I tried to get a picture of him asleep with his head between his legs looking like a homeless Stone Cold Steve Austin, but he heard us laughing and looked up just in time). ˆ scott ˆ birthday ˆ hangover ˆ