Birfday

Saturday is my 30th birthday. I'm trying to remain calm.

To help me remain calm I'm inviting all my friends to eat dinner with me at El Tap II on Saturday night at 6pm. So, if I haven't seen you around, and you're pretty sure I like you okay, then Come On Down! Cause it's my 30th birthday.

Did I mention? It's my 30th? So all your excuses about how you couldn't come cause your foot hurts or whatever.. yeah I'm not buying it. Big baby.

THIRTY.

You come see me.

Afterwards for anyone brave enough, I'm pretty sure there will be enough Tequila consumed to make me forget I'm 30. Or on planet earth. You can call me for the deets, but beware, there is a THEME.

Since I tend to say things I probably shouldn't ever give voice to when I've been drinking (this is why I don't do it much) I figured that for my birthday I'd like a present from all of my friends. Your gift to me will be your embarrassment.

Oh, that's right. If you're coming to the par-tay, before you leave, you must say or do something to embarrass yourself. Since Laura & Angie are pregnant, they get to be the judges.

Now, I'm not asking to COMPLETELY HUMILIATE yourself (but if you did, that would be AWESOME), I'm just telling you that until you've done something you will regret tomorrow, you ain't going nowhere. You don't want to drunkenly confess your secrets? That's okay, but we're gonna at least have to see a nipple. (Except for Kris, cause we've all seen his. In fact, I could probably draw them from memory)