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.