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.

BBBBB- Bryan's Birthday Bash Bar-B

Our resident Hasidic Jew, Bryan, celebrated his birthday with a barbecue bash. We also were hosting a couple of our friends from Germany, and they were able to experience their first true American BBQ! Even though it was 95+ degrees out in Orange County, a bunch of his buddies came down to celebrate his personal Rosh Hashanah. Mazel Tov!


Some of the lineup.


iPod, check. Speakers, check. VICE Magazine, check. Beer, check. BBQ sauce, check. Boca Patties, check. We're ready!


BYOW.


For the carnivores, I threw some bacon wrapped, pepperjack cheese-filled hot dogs on the bar-b.


Joemm's three vices: sausage, cheese, and bacon- all wrapped up in a bun. It was so good he came up with the greatest Mason Jar x Chubby collab, EVER.


Since more people came(and Michael ate two of the bacon cheese dogs), I put the bratwursts on the grill. As embarrassing as it was for me, Susy and Yvonne didn't make fun of our half-assed American bratwurst. Instead, they just smiled.


For the readers that don't know Bryan, I know all of you think this guy's 33. You're wrong. He just turned 32.


For dessert, we had a strawberry pastry from Amelia, Amelia Maynor, Amelia R. Maynor, and my grilled peaches. If you've never had one, make sure you make it out to the next barbecue.



Then it was off to Hollywood to catch Ed Helms' puppet show, that had the lovely (and walkative) Janeane Garafolo. Janeane reminds of what a pissed off Lisa Loeb would look like, you know, like if she never got lucky with that one-hit wonder.

Tony, with the Obey x Chubby Boob tee.


This really rad puppeteer was out. I want this for my next birthday. Take notes.


With this long line you'd think we were waiting for shoes or something.


Great day spent with great friends. Even though The Garafolo went off on a political rant and sounded like NPR for a moment, it was a hilarious show. Nothing beats a cheap show where you can bring in food and booze.