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Big Bumpin' Birthday Jamboree

Amber

So, Amber is great. She's equally the karaoke fiend I am. She and I and six of her mysterious other friends went down to the Music Box and screamed a bunch of stuff at one another (guess what: we can still sing along passably with "Turtle Power," despite not having heard it in over a decade). I learned that as much as "The Greatest Love of All" strikes me as having the same anthemic power as "I Will Survive" does for others, sometimes it's best to just abandon the song and provide a running dialogue for the two young lovers (because they're ALWAYS young lovers) in the video.

John

Forget the traditional party: John wanted to go climbing. So maybe I should have...gotten more rest...and eaten more heartily...and warmed up a little, before I went. Well, my first two runs were great. I practically sprinted up a couple of 5.9's (woo. hoo.), and then...I was done. Lying on the floor sure felt good.

Somehow managed to gather up enough energy for some inept Dance Dance Revolution...

and then off to Joe's Crab Shack! The kitchiest theme restaurant ever, complete with embarrassing costumes for the birthday boy (Hula John!) and dance performances by the waitstaff (to such surprisingly beat-heavy classics like "Wild Wild West"--the Will Smith version--no less). Oh, it was great.

Me

Thank you to everyone who came to my far-too-many celebrations: the office party, the rollicking karaoke night (mine was first!), the slapdash Chevys dinner, the surreal house party [mental note for next time: dinner party or afternoon barbecue--simpler, smaller, more relaxed], the movie, and the family fooding.

I was going to relay a bunch of crazy anecdotes, but...hey, wow! Four cakes! Random chick sharing my mike (and enduring a spanking) during "Stupid Girl"! Shirts and books! Martha Stewart's head! Dancing hat! Yeah, never mind.
peachy as always, Mike at 5:21 PM