"Hey, thish isch a fuggin' *HIC* guh-reat, party...*BURP*," Peter said right before he ended up passing out in the backroom no more than 45 minutes into a brand new year. Lightweight.
Here's the birthday boy in all his 33-year-old glory. Mad props to a wiggity-wasted Emma for ripping Joey's shirt open right before I snapped this pic. We were there to celebrate Joey's birthday and this is the only picture that I have of him...which is understandable when you look at some of the other things that were going on. Like...
I ran over to them and kept trying to flatter one of the drunk ladies into letting me take her picture. I kept telling her "C'mon, it'll be so pretty." This photo is the result of me chasing her around and trying to get her in the frame. (Note my eye on the left). She was dying to dig into her freshly bought 16oz Bud Pounder (with a straw, no less. ROCK!)
