Party Girl

almost out of birthday week

Well, Birthday Week is quickly coming to a close, but I did have a rather fun time at my party this weekend. Since the digital camera is the new toy of the house, people were taking pictures left and right (that is, until the batteries died). They didn’t sign wavers or anything, but I’m pretty sure I told all of them that their pictures would be up. I think I did, anyway. Pretty sure. Yeah. I don’t know. There was lots of wine involved.

Jeff and Rose were the first to show. Since everyone else was performing that night, I stayed home and cleaned. I was very happy to have them show so I had company for two hours before the others arrived. This is the three of us after two hours of non-stop drinking and talking. You can’t tell which one of us is happier to see someone else in the room, can you?

The others quickly started arriving. Here you can see two of our lovely Latino Comedy Project boys: Chuy and Trejo. You know them, you love them. Here they are looking like I’ve put them in a corner. I didn’t, I swear. And Chuy’s not mad at me, he just hates smiling for pictures. Eight hundred pictures of Chuy and he’s frowning in every single one of them. Chuy mad in Vegas. Chuy mad at a show. Chuy mad at a wedding. Chuy mad on a chair. Chuy mad in a tux. Chuy mad at a party.

That’s his thing. He’s Chuy.

See? People showed up. Jon and Ray pretend they are happier to see me than they probably are. Oh, wait. That might be the beer. That always brings out the happiness in everyone, doesn’t it?

It’s not a party until someone busts out their tattoo.

Wow, I look orange there. Weldon was distracting me and discussing things I can’t remember while people were lighting the birthday cake around me. Songs were sung, breath was exhaled, and Chuy and Eric were whispering next to me. The next thing I knew, the lights went out and another birthday cake came out. Songs were sung, people laughed, I blew out the candles. I pulled the stubby candles out of the second cake. Three minutes later the lights went out and a Coors Light box with three nubs of lit wax were presented to me in song and I blew them out before the house caught on fire. I think I’m orange from all the huffing and puffing. That and I think there’s a box of beer on fire right below me.

I actually thought Omar and Rebecca were having a nice time.
This picture makes it look like they were in hell.
I think maybe Trejo is talking or something.
He probably just said something about titties.
Yeah, that’s probably it.

You know, if you’re gonna force all of your friends to sign an *NSYNC poster right when they walk in the door, they’re probably going to give you that look. That look that says, “I thought she turned twenty-five. I wish she didn’t tell us what to do all of the time. Do you think she’ll notice if we just walk right back out and go home?”

Matt and Becca scored big with the
Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club band salt and pepper shakers.
Or… the Salt and Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club band.
Willy! I kill me!
Look how blinded Matt is by my science there. I’m amazing.

I think Rose was starting to get tired of it all by the fifth hour.
That’s okay. I love her so.

We miss Jessica.


Brand new Get Real up and running on Mighty Big TV. And I know you can’t believe it, but this week is the season finale. There may be very few of these left.

It’s already Monday. My weekend went by too quickly. And now Monday is half over and I haven’t posted this, so I better get a move-on. Less pictures and more interesting info tomorrow, I swear. But for now, take a look at the forum, as it’s filled with interesting stories lately.

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