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.
