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Another year, already? Fuck me, I'm getting old. (Actually, eight months
have already passed since I took these pics and now I'm staring
down the barrel of 29, whaaaa?). Here's pics from my birthday.
Saturday,
August 7th
Before heading over to Misshapes on Saturday night for my
party, a few people came over to share a delicious wheel
from Lombardi's. Here's Charelene and Grant digging in.
Here's the group doing the obligatory shot of Brennevin (the
nasty liquor that I still have a huge surplus of from my
trip to Iceland) before leaving the house.
Leigh, Geordan and Gregg were nice enough to put a little
party together for me at Misshapes. The minute I walked in
to door a was promptly given a birthday flash by...
Sophia Lamar!
Seriously, can you name me a guy with better boobs?
I hit the back office to grab Leigh and given a special "Happy
Birthday / Sorry You're Going to Have to Live with Hippies
in San Francisco" survival kit. She wrapped everything in
a wicker basket that she explained was "perfect for dirty
hippie picnics in the park with homeless people." Hahaha.
(Bonus points awarded for the "Peace Frog" sticker and eagle-talon
holding a crystal ball necklace.
Leigh got me both seasons of The Office on DVD...
...and some dolphin/peace sign fake tattoo arm bands to go
with my pendand "Just to make it easier for me to fit in."
Hahaha.
Grant and Big Daddy.
Girl Scout Sarah and Leigh.
Hillary and Tiffany.
So this handsome feller here is Pete. On this night, it was
his job to stamp everyone's hand as they entered the party.
Eveything was going smoothly until my friend Sarah D. showed
up
with
some
prissy
French dude she was dating at the time who didn't refused
to have his hand stamped. Pete was like "C'mon dude, just
give me your hand, you're blocking the doorway and holding
up the whole line." Again, he refused. And Pete was like
"What's the problem, just give me your hand!" The French
guy was like "I have important meetings, I can't have some
stamp on my hand!" Pete was like "Homeboy, just give me your
hand." The French guy got angry and indignant and started
getting in Pete's face saying "Don't you know who I am?"
Pete, apparently not knowing who he was went ahead and gave
him a stamp...
...ON HIS FACE! Hahahahah. Holy shit. You might think you've
seen a dude freak out before - but you've never seen anything
like this. Keep in mind, this guy was getting huffy because
he didn't want his HAND stamped. When he got all aggro and
leaned in towards Pete, Pete stamped him with the quickness.
The bouncer had to be called over, Sarah and the French guy
went outside so he could cool down and Pete was promptly
removed from his stamping post. Hahah.
Leigh and the kids got James Iha and John Cameron Mitchell
(the guy that wrote, directed and starred in Hedwig and the
Angry Inch) to DJ the party.
Here's our dancefloor reaction to James dropping Van Halen's
Panama.
Grant was jumping up and down and I managed to capture this
clutch action shot.
Hillary and Tiff showing off their bendiness.
Emily, Charlene and me.
My birthday cake - after I, uh, blew it.
Me and Geordon.
Colin and Heather.
Smells-good Gina (with two of her friends) looked so good
she made Grant cry. Hahah.
Cat and Sarah Harrison.
Meredith and Amy K. throwing down with the birthday boy.
Jen and Rebecca.
John Roche (who I went to Keystone Jr. College with back
in '95!!!) even showed up with a friend. Although once we
got a look at how crowded it was inside he was like "Uh,
happy birthday dude. Maybe we can hang out some other time?"
Back inside over at the bar, I caught smarty-pants dodgeball founder Dennis Crowley trying to lay the mack down on this
girl.
Me, Amy and Grant (who's more tan than him?).
Ultrascout and a friend. Grant kept going on and on about
how cute Sarah looked in her little outfit and then the next
thing you know...
...Troop 103 had her tounge down my best friend's yob.
Grant's reaction afterwards.
Hair twins Geo and Caleb.
Amy checking out Meredith's porno rizzump.
After James was finished, John took over on the turntables
and turned the mutha out.
Amy and Meredith dancing up a storm (with Dolph Lundgren's
son?).
Moving to San Francisco in less than twenty days. (What the
fuck was I thinking?)
Same picture, but this time someone managed to sneak in a
crafty 'FUCK YOU, BIRTHDAY BOY" finger into the mix.' Hahaha.
Sunday, August 8th
Leigh said I could have anything I wanted for my birthday.
So I told her I wanted to see her try on the "I Heart NY"
t-shirt I had bought for my friend Ross and Jordana's son
Dashle for his first birthday. (They moved away before I
got a chance to give it to him and by the time I saw them
again, he'd outgrown - or so I thought until I saw Leigh
manage to squirm her way into it).
Later that afternoon the ladies took me to Red Bamboo for
some vegetarian soul food. (Most likely, because unbeknownst
to me, I was being taken to a steakhouse for my birthday
dinner and this gave the two vegetarians a chance to fill
up!).
When I was younger, I thought that by the time I reached
28 I'd be grown-up enough to not think that taking Tic-tacs
and using them to pretend you have buck teeth is something
that's still funny. Go figure.
Meredith's teef.
Leigh wishing we'd grow the fuck up.
Mint chocolate chip tofu ice cream with a candle. (Later
on in the night, I went out to for a birthday dinner at a
fancy steakhouse, but somehow I fucked up and lost those
pictures. Argh!)
(added
on 04.09.2005)
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