...and we all marveled at "Heart of the Cajuns" painting that Siege's agent had given him of an old family photo of Siege with his mom and little brother.
Meredith had to get up for work bright and early the next morning too and bid me goodnight a little past midnight. (Siege was on hand to mock yet another early-departing guest).
And here's Emily twenty minutes later getting the big "L is for Loser" from Siege after announcing that she was leaving to go home and sleep! But if Siege had known Emily for as long as I have - he'd know that Emily needs AT LEAST 10 hours of a sleep a night! No hard time from me, sugar! Thanks for going out of your way to swing by on a weeknight!
Siege, Ellen, Sarah (and KT - not pictured because she showed up later in the afternoon) = BEST. FRIENDS. EVER! Keep in mind, this wasn't about helping one person move...this was about taking taking our U-Haul to BOTH of apartments, and then unloading all of our stuff into our new place. Oooof!
Talk about a perfect Sunday! We ended the night with ANOTHER Cranium party at my apartment. Here's Siege making Grant his puppet bitch in a rousing round of Sideshow (where you have to get your team to guess a clue by using your teammate's arms and legs to act out charades!) Happy July 2006!
...all sorts of indignities from our opposing team. Here's me showing off my sweet ass (for the second time in the same entry! That's gotta be a new record!).
On Sunday night, the gang came over to our apartment to play some Cranium. Siege got a "Sense-o-sketch" question (that's where you have to draw with your eyes closed) and made the mistake of blindfolding himself with his own hat! An action that left him vulnerable to...
Here's a group shot of a whole bunch of us waiting for a car service to show up to take us to the "next location!" By the way, what's that Nina's doing to KT over there in the corner?
After the birthday cake had been sliced up, passed around and eaten, Siege brought out the special "King Cake" that his mom sends up from New Orleans every year! A "King Cake" has a little plastic baby baked into it and if you end up getting the piece of cake that contains said baby, YOU ARE THE KING! In this case, the Kingship entitled you to VIP treatment at the stripclub the party was soon moving on to!
Siege got a game called "What the F*ck" that's supposed to help you instigate naughtiness at parties. (Yeah, like this fuggin' guy needs help in that department).
Amanda prepares to open the giant, over-sized nativity scene card that I got for here that played music when you open it! (The MIDI version of "Silent Night, Holy Night" if I recall correctly).
Katie came out to greet us in all her white-trash glory and while Siege was busy being surprised by all his guests, Grant and I snuck off to the bathroom so that we could don our own...
Siege nursing his swollen nuts on the subway ride out to Brooklyn for the surprise party (which he'd totally figured out was coming. I mean, c'mon, birthday or not it's always suspicious when two of your friends are like "Let's hang out in Manhattan for an hour and then go back to your place in Brooklyn.").
