Alrighty, my teeth have stopped itching and my vision has stopped swimming enough for me to finally make this post. Up until this morning I was still tasting tequila on my breath when I exhaled.
I just celebrated my 4th Annual 29th Birthday on January 20th. After having some wine and watching UFC 80 with friends, we headed downtown to celebrate. I held my birthday at Crush Champagne Lounge which is located in the Entertainment District of downtown Vancouver. The fine folks at the club were gracious enough to accommodate myself and all my guests to the VIP treatment, they gave us our own lounge and private bar, on a busy Saturday night.
Upon entry, I had to fight through a gauntlet of shooters as I worked my way to the back of the bar where the lounge was, I was already buzzed ten minutes into the night. Go ahead and click on the thumbnails for the full-size.
I was impressed, the female to male ratio was about 6:1, completely accidental I assure you. I invited lots of guys too . . . I think. Nothing like taking drunken photos with my new camera, somebody took it in the middle of the night because I ended up with a crap load of photos that I know I didn’t take. I mean, I’m just not anatomically capable of taking some of the photos I have! I posted the clean ones
I absolutely hate tequila, I get these weird tequila flashbacks the next day and it’s very disturbing. Tequila is my Nemesis. However, somebody shouted, “BODY SHOTS!”, so I had to capitulate. Nothing like hooter shooters to trick me into drinking the hated tequila. See?! This is proof that women are evil. They communicate with hand signals and flash cards behind my back to try and bring about my downfall.
Two things in life that can coerce me to do just about any silly thing: boobies and Jell-O. Together or on their own, I’m a sucker for it. I’m not even a fan of the taste of Jell-O, I think I like it just because it jiggles like boobies. At any rate, once again, it’s a weapon wielded most expertly by women. Evil. I fear my weakness is being communicated to other women via secret handshake as I write.
I have absolutely no excuse for some of my actions, I can blame alcohol but I think my teeth were just really itchy.
Of course, a birthday wouldn’t be a birthday without some birthday kisses. Everybody together now . . . AWWWWWW!
A fantastic night with many great friends. I swear my birthday just gets better every year! Maybe next year I’ll turn 30
I spent the next day with the family at Memphis Blues for some nice BBQ and beer. We had the Priscilla platter for $66, even with five of us, there was an ample amount of food for me to take home. You can’t tell in the photo but it was piled up pretty high. What you see below are bbq chicken, beef ribs, rib ends, pulled pork, beef brisket, pork sausage, potato salad, coleslaw, corn bread, baked beans with chunks of meat, seasoned fries and warm bbq sauce. It’s all made fresh, in-house
Posted on January 22nd, 2008 by Leo
Filed under: Shooting Gallery