Thank you to everyone that came out for my wife's 28th birthday. This year was fun wasn't it? Especially my crunk-ass wife delivering on her promise to make this event epic. It's always good to be around so many friends, and I know that she was very happy to see you.
Sorry that we didn't say goodbye. Security escorted Cathy out. We had to go.
This morning, she told me she couldn't remember anything about being sick. She didn't remember how she got home. or throwing up in our washroom. Or throwing up in our wastebasket. Or on the floor. You know what that means? No resolution to "never drink again" ... she'll be back, ladies and gentlemen, for all your evening entertainment needs!
Thanks to all the girls that took care of her in the Madison washroom. And anyone that put more money than they were supposed to settle the bill. Which begs the question: who cheaped out?
On a slightly unrelated note, what the hell happened Phoenix?
So next year, we continue a new tradition? Crunk as fuck 2K7 countown: 364 days.
My wife will be ready to spread love and spit venom -- one and the same.