Birthday was epic. There were utterly random cute chicks, there were many shots, there was the closing down of one bar and the invasion of the after-hours bar with the bartender from the first, there was the application of basic physics to teeter-totter Chris' car off a two-foot curb he beached it on outside the Awful Waffle. There was also the mother of all hangovers the next day: copious alcohol + The P33T Plague = ow ow ow ow ow. Still, it was worth it.
