Last night we celebrated good friend K's 30th B-Day. Or as he put it... his fourth 27th B-day. All I remember is bits and pieces. I remember having wine thrown at me. I remember arguing about DnD. I recall being hit, and asking to be hit again. There was Knee squeezy I am told though I do not remember. I delivered a stunning performance of "Chewbacca does Shakespere" followed by a half hour monologue of Sean Connery hitting on Demoivre. Oh yea, and we watched Boondock Saints. That's all I remember. All in all a good night if I do say so myself.