If you're on the notify list (and why aren't you?) you knew all about last Friday night.  Okay, you knew that sometime around 3AM Saturday morning, we got home from the bar.  And I posted to the list.  Good Lord, I read the 2 emails Saturday evening.  If you drink, do not post to your notify list.  You make an ass of yourself, I promise. 
  

Friday night was the combined birthday party thing for Tracey and I.  Our birthdays are a week apart and we tend to celebrate them together.  Well, the past few years it hasn't worked that way.  This year we wanted to celebrate together, albeit a little early (mine's the 21st, you did remember, right?) 

Now, our normal birthdays consist of drinking, dancing, and silliness.  Well, two out of three for me is not bad.  I drank, Lord did I drink.   

Yeah, this was the scene multiple times throughout the evenng.  Note the tiara, it said birthday girl, Tracey and I both had them.  And the no glasses?  It seems that after I've had too many drinks, I take my glasses off and make Tony take care of them. 

Oh, yeah, it got worse.  This is one of the more flattering pictures.  I refuse to show y'all some of the pictures that came our on the camera.  My teeth?  Not that yellow in real life.  Bad lighting, I swear. 

That's actually a demonstration of Kyrstin's newest thing.  It seems her Daddy taught her that and she does it constantly.  I was telling Jo-Ann all about it.  No, my fingers are not as freakishly short as they look there.   

Suzy