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Tuesday, January 10, 2006

Happy Birthday DAVE!

First of all I would like to thank all of you for coming out for Dave’s SUPRISE Birthday Party on Saturday! Wow what an event, even better than last years! I never thought IT could be done that good.

The weather was somewhat good so we started the party off in the morning nice and easy with a relaxing game of golf with the boys.


Then off to the Hotel. We had to have it at the Marriot because so many “outta-towners” showed up. We had over 100 rooms booked.

Chow Yun-fat had us all "rolling" at dinner with his “Dr. Slump.” …eat your roll, Chow…LOL


DJ, don’t burn up the roof…

Instead of having a lame piñata like last year, we had illegal cock fighting. What a blast! I won 20 Benjamins!

Then of course more DRINKEN…


The exotic dancer was almost an hour late but no one seemed to care because there was so much booze downed by then. She discounted us 50 bucks for her tardiness but she quickly made it back up in tips! (little boobies though, blah)

Then when the bubbles dropped shit got CCRRAZZZZY!


Room hopping went on all night and the security finally gave up on us.

Sorry Dave you didn’t make it to your own party (last year too). Maybe next year? and bring Sharon.

Oh and Burt Reynolds says “Hi” (followed by a slap across the face).

5 Comments:

At 1:43 PM, Blogger Stacy Cane said...

now THAT'S a party!

 
At 2:11 PM, Blogger Tam said...

I just love orgies!

 
At 11:58 AM, Blogger Mr. Bebout said...

For my birthday I had poppers and beer with Mikey B. It was alright except for the sewer gas in the bar.

 
At 12:27 PM, Blogger Curt said...

The worst part about poppers is when you open the box and get sawdust all over the carpet. But at least you had fireworks on your birthday. And don't worry about missing the surprise party I actually made the whole thing up, except Burt Reynolds’ sentiments.

Your old.

 
At 1:32 PM, Blogger Mr. Bebout said...

It was cheddar jalapeno poppers. No fire works.

 

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