Jays Fuckin B Day

We went to one bar, and I thought wow, this is great, they actually put up banners and what not for my birthday. Then I thought wait a minute, this bar doesn't know it's my birthday...so I figured what the hell, it's my birthday and made myself right at home.

Me and Dave, and no, we weren't drunk. Seriously.

Greg's got new purse. How cute.

Some random drunk guy passed the fuck out. I guess it's tough getting drunk and then trying to party in leather pants.

Family and friends for a little five star Thai food.

The person, April, that the bar actually had the birthday banners up for.

The guy in the middle was some random drunk Mexican dude that though we could speak spanish. To which I replied, Donde es bicicleta...which means where is my bike. Hey, I thought it was funny.

Scott never sweats.