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On Friday night, my brand new friend Amy called me up and invited me
to go to her friend Meredith's birthday party. I was like
"Uh, but I don't know your friend whose birthday it is?"
Amy was like, "That doesn't matter, I'm inviting you because
we're getting a private KARAOKE ROOM." I was sold. So, um,
here's me singing karaoke with a buncha people I don't really
know.
Here's Meredith, the birthday girl.
Striking a fancy, just stepped out of a salon birthday pose
Gavin with the fierceness.
Leslie.
Leslie and I glowing the like the metal on the edge of a
knife.
It's hard to write captions when you don't really know the
people in the photos!
Gavin stealing a quick in-between songs knob-lock from Amy
(while holding a can of Bud Lite and a plastic spoon for
b-day cake. Does it get any classier?)
Leslie and Gavin.
Hahah.
Gavin and I locked in a deadly karaoke battle.
Towards the end of the night, Amy got all hardcore and declared
that she was going to finish the bottle of Stoli that was
on the table. Hey look, you're almost at the, er, bottom.
There you go!
Birthday girl closing out the night with the second to last
song.
Gavin's orange undies! Suh-weet.
Group singalong. ("Don't Stop Believing" if I recall correctly).
Bud pounder aftermath.
Afterwards we went over to Lit for a few more drinks.
And Amy decided to pass the fuck out on the couch in the back room.
(The next morning I got a message from her saying "What the hell happened
last night? The last thing I remember is the birthday cake. I woke
up this morning fully-dressed on my couch with my head next to a garbage
can full of puke."
(added
on 04.06.2005)
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