Oh, and what's this? Is that Grant at my house a few short hours later with a bag of three dollar Chinese food in front of him? Why's he covering his face? Why's he doing that? Hmmm...
Around 10:30, the living room was getting over-crowded and people started spilling into the guest bedroom (Big Daddy, Fatty and Sarah pimp by the window).
The party was during Fleet Week and these two sailors wandered in off the street and asked if they could stay and hang out. We were happy to oblige. (By the way, how great is the light up flag in the background?).
Vin and Allison slept over in my guest bedroom - and someone, Vin I think managed to snap this late night picture of me being a dork and working on this very site. That's right ladies and gents, that desk is where it all goes down.
I call this photo "Birthday Boy, 5:42am." If you listen very carefully while looking at this picture, you can actually hear him groaning. (PS - Is that a velour shirt you're wearing, Scott?)
The next moring, Dave and Grant (aka - the bestest friends ever) came over to help me clean up. Check out Dave way in the background rocking out to Laura Branigan's "Gloria" while mopping.
