February 26th, 2004

mr. robin

The drinking adventures of Flapjack the Kid

Hey guys, pictures from Dave's Birthday are up!

For those of you that weren't there, though it was Dave's birthday, Flapjack ended up being the star of the evening. I arrived very late that night: I had taken a nap which spun out of control, woke up at 10:30, and was over at the Manse sometime before midnight. By the time I got there, most everyone was pretty drunk already, particularly Flaps. Apparently Flapjack the Kid had never gotten sick from drinking before, and everyone took this as a challenge. They were feeding him shots left and right, often of 151. He passed out eventually on a chair in the game room. After an hour or so of that, he did indeed roll onto the linoleum and t'row up, poor guy. I wasn't involved with the alchohol pushing, so I wasn't involved with the cleanup. I'm pretty sure Flapjack survived.

As sometimes happens with birthday pictures, I got, like, two of the actual birthday guy. Oh well. And there aren't that many -- less than 20 -- so don't get your hopes up.

Pictures from last year's Bonnaroo are next in line. (I figure I should get them finished before THIS year's Bonnaroo, which I am indeed going to, by the way). I made it an organizational nightmare for myself, but I'm finally at a point where I can just get through them. I'm sure this is all very fascinating for you.

Okay, thanks! I'd rather be home! It's my birthday! Have a great Thursday. I'm sorry that I couldn't bring you unseasonably warm weather this year.