Still busy with work and such. Thanks to all those who either a.) wished me a happy birthday via phone or internet, or b.) showed up at my place for a great party. I passed out around 3:30 or 4am and I think things were still going strong. I awoke at 5am on the couch and everyone was gone, however. On the waaaaaaaaaaaay downside, I trudged upstairs to find Fornier in my fucking bed. You never want to find a Fornier in your bed at 5am. Believe me.
Casperson had to call everyone he knew to let him out of the upstairs bedroom because apparently you can’t open the door from the inside. He really had to pee but couldn’t get out. Eventually he called Scott, who opened the door for him.
We dusted a 1/4 BBL, plus various vodkas, jack, crown, red bull, and other cash & prizes.
The suicide pick is Carolina; we’ll see how that goes this evening. And if Green Bay wins, don’t anyone start talking about karma. Fuck that shit.