Soon, We'll Be In Walkers and Wheelchairs.

This past weekend we celebrated Erin's 23rd birthday and Mike's bachelor party. It's been such a long week, having these things back to back are starting to take it's toll on me. I've been operating on very few hours of sleep, I'm beginning to look like Vince Vaughn. Enough dilly dally. Let's get started.

Erin's dinner was at the swanky sushi bar Daimon's in Huntington Beach.



The beers were so colossal, they dwarfed Jen With One N.


And me, too!


Mitch trying her best to look amused with Andy...


Because Andy had to do what at least one person always does at a sushi bar.


We even got to watch parts of the Olympics. These runners were moving so fast it looked like they were in wheelchairs.


Bryan, getting all Hasidic Jew on us.


Big J and Amber Alert.


Birthday alert.


The Spread.


You can be Wet-Willied in a split second, just like I am here with Andy, so always be prepared. Notice how all time stops, except for me and my move.


Nick Jacobs says Brita filter, I say broomstick.


Rowdy.


As with every large gathering, there was a required loitering time outside of the restaurant. Usually it's where people plan their next move, maybe have a cigarette break.

We posed in prom photos.



I even went as far to propose to Andy, with Erin officiating of course. Or is she about to karate chop?


At which point Bryan objects, and tries to take down Andy.


Rejected. Andy, One. Bryan, Zero.


Erin aka E-Money aka Tropical Swiss aka Birthday Girl getting all out-of-body on us.


Off to the after party in Seal Beach- O'Malley's!


Here's Erin trying to convice Could-Kill-Me-In-One-Punch to let Amelia Badelia in because she forgot her ID, but to no avail. Big Bouncers, One. Sweet Talkers, Zero


Literally translates to "Happy 23rd Birthday, Erin. Love, Ireland".


And being that she is Irish, it's time for the Irish Car Bomb. Boom.


Everything was ok; up until Erin's cronies showed up. That's when things got turned up to 11. Enjoy the blur, courtesy of Bryan The Miner.









I think it's safe to say Andy fell in love.


Kate, probably daydreaming about John Mayer.


Our French import, Julian, aka JuJu, appreciating the deliciousness that is Smithwick's.


Bad Boys Club.


Just ask Ryan, it was that kind of night.


Cold blooded killaz. We'll rob you.


Directions. Open picture in new window. Right click, and save. Take file to FedEx Kinkos, make desired amount of photocopies. Draw dotted line around mouth area. Cut around dotted line. Pass to friends. Enjoy.


It's always nice to know that you're on a Tsunami Evac Route, right?


Long night, preceded by many and followed by a few more. Happy Birthday, Erin. Hope you remembered it, and enjoyed the bottle of mustard we left in your purse.

Quote of the night:
"Darkness is coming!" - Andy

Runner Up:
"Erin, I got you something, but I forgot it. It's in my car, back at home." - Me
"Jas, that's what everyone told me." -Erin

Mike's party recap tomorrow. So tired. Must sleep to prevent Vince Vaughn eyebags.