I guess everyone knows the birthday party was last Friday Night. The flake factor was in full effect. I had 130 RSVP'd...had about 90 show up. We had almost all parties represented, people just overestimated the number of guests they would bring. People who have thrown big parties before say this is about average. What sucks though is I was turning people away who wanted to come the last week because I had too many on the list.
The number we had ended up being perfect and by midnight or so, the party was ripping. The ice block stayed really busy all night and had anywhere from two twins duking it out, to me and the club owners tearing it up (see the pics below). I am not going to sugarcoat it; I got ripped.
Memories from the evening: the little crazy guy that wanted to fight me at the pizza place, somehow losing the battery out of my camera half way through the night (that's why there arent more pics), me giving Robert my phone to keep me out of trouble and then forgetting and getting pissed that I lost my phone later that night, the infamous and illegible twenty-five cent tip, offering the waiters one hundred dollars to carry the ice block upstairs after the bar closed so Brent and I could roll the damn thing down fifth street and start a big after party with people the block attracted (this would have worked by the way, as I can attest to from my experiences Saturday night rolling just the stand down fifth), the BJ room (no details here). Thanks for everyone coming and a special thanks to Angela for throwing me a wonderful birthday party.
Saturday was rough. Angela, Brad, and I went and ate sushi. Then we had sushi again without ever leaving the table. I hung out with Brad and Jon that afternoon and then rode my motorcycle out to Stacy's house for the party out there. Took it easy out there and rode back around nine and kicked it.
Sunday I just chilled, worked out, played in Kyle's basketball game that afternoon (Im going to get some pics of this, as their uniforms are hilarious), went to Sullivan's for dinner and watched The Sopranos.
Smaller birthday party in the next few weeks at the lakehouse. I will let you all know.
The number we had ended up being perfect and by midnight or so, the party was ripping. The ice block stayed really busy all night and had anywhere from two twins duking it out, to me and the club owners tearing it up (see the pics below). I am not going to sugarcoat it; I got ripped.
Memories from the evening: the little crazy guy that wanted to fight me at the pizza place, somehow losing the battery out of my camera half way through the night (that's why there arent more pics), me giving Robert my phone to keep me out of trouble and then forgetting and getting pissed that I lost my phone later that night, the infamous and illegible twenty-five cent tip, offering the waiters one hundred dollars to carry the ice block upstairs after the bar closed so Brent and I could roll the damn thing down fifth street and start a big after party with people the block attracted (this would have worked by the way, as I can attest to from my experiences Saturday night rolling just the stand down fifth), the BJ room (no details here). Thanks for everyone coming and a special thanks to Angela for throwing me a wonderful birthday party.
Saturday was rough. Angela, Brad, and I went and ate sushi. Then we had sushi again without ever leaving the table. I hung out with Brad and Jon that afternoon and then rode my motorcycle out to Stacy's house for the party out there. Took it easy out there and rode back around nine and kicked it.
Sunday I just chilled, worked out, played in Kyle's basketball game that afternoon (Im going to get some pics of this, as their uniforms are hilarious), went to Sullivan's for dinner and watched The Sopranos.
Smaller birthday party in the next few weeks at the lakehouse. I will let you all know.
The Three Brothers
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