October 7, 2007
Party aftermath
I woke up incredibly hungover yesterday afternoon to the aftermath of my birthday party, which was, in my opinion, a success. Nothing I love more than whipping up pitchers of cosmos to pour, seeing friends connect with other friends, and of course eventually dancing in my apartment to Led Zeppelin, Missy Elliot, and David Bowie. The next morning, while the festering port cheese ball raised my stomach's ire to the point of no return, I snapped these photos of a beautiful aftermath.
Happy birthday, you sick joyless piece of shit!
Let's see, birthday memories of Jason...
Didn't we have a dinner at the Sutherland Ave flat for you? I made a pasta dish and our friends came over. We sat by the ajar porch doors listening to Blonde Redhead or something sharing a bottle of cheap red wine and acted all grown up. Ahh, London.
Posted by: mike at October 7, 2007 2:32 PM
