Monster’s B-Day 2: Surprise Party Success.

It wasn’t a surprise that the party was a success, I’m just saying that we successfully surprised him at… the… party. Anyway, Bobby and I threw up a smokescreen and told him we were going to Abe & Louie’s for a quiet dinner. Then, since we had a very ‘late reservation’, we decided to hit the SideBar first to kill time – where about 15 friends were lying in wait. “SURPRISE!” When the staff realized it wasn’t yet another health inspection, Sharon started serving up the bevvies and the wings which were enjoyed almost as much as her tanktop.

It’s funny how the only birthday present that was given to anyone was from Peter to me – a Charleston Chiefs shirt he forgot to give me back on December 7th. Above we see Peter, myself and Sarah listening to Monster’s increasingly liquored birthday prattle. If I look confused it’s because I most definitely am. More thanks to Sebby for the spread and Betsy for the decorations!

After the SideBar closed we wandered across the street to Silvertone for a Dark & Stormy. A very tasty drink indeed – although most heterosexual bars don’t carry ginger beer. I snuck out around 11:45 and was in bed watching The Surreal Life by 1am. I got in touch with Monster this morning to make sure he hadn’t been incarcerated, and I’m happy to report he’s already at the office – bleary eyed and boozy tailed. Many thanks to everyone who came! You made his day.

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