Mom: “How are you feeling?”
Me: “Okay, better than Sunday.”
Mom: “That’s good. So I guess it’s two beer limit from now on?”
Me: “Yes… Dammit, I HATE when Dad is right!”
Mom: *laughs profusely*
This weekend was Mike’s 21st birthday. We had a party on Saturday night and it was smashing. We drank until about 3:30 AM when Mike started barfing. From then on I stayed with him, he vomited pretty much every 30 minutes for the next 6 hours or so. I wasn’t sick at first, but after about 4 hours of watching him barf I think I started to get queasy. Needless to say, Sunday was a horrid day. Kristin took pictures most of the night. Anyway, the pictures speak for themselves…
YAY let the games begin!
Hehe yeah, I was pretty wasted by then.
I like this one of Kristin and I except, you know, the part where I have a double chin.
Aw Birthday boy and me
See the rest at my Flickr account. Something is wrong with my image gallery, all of the thumbnails are screwed up. But the images are fine once you click on the thumbnail.