I'm Making a Lasagna for One
I know I've been posting a lot lately, and perhaps it's a not-so-subconscious desire to avoid working on my final papers and projects, but I have something of (relative) value to share now instead of whining about my lack of social skills. I have finally, a whole week later, uploaded my pictures from Zoe's monumental 21st birthday get-together to share with the world. So, behind the cut, shudder in awe at all the good times we had on that very special day.
(Just a warning, there are like seventy bajillion [or 48] pictures under here, so click at your own risk of seeing every picture I took of every face everybody made.)
Starting it off right, Zoe represents while showing off the present that Jessica sent with me to give her. You best not laugh at that hat.
She has a knife, after all.
Meanwhile, DJ Kat is playing turntable with the snack plates. Wicka-wicka!
Zoe is in the midst of showing off her fancy new slippers when, suddenly, a Nic attacks!
Mad beats are being dropped, yo, and she's not about to miss a minute of it.
Nic decides to take up his mantle as techno conducter/Snuggee priest, and we all bow down before his might.
After some games and waffling about, a grand idea is hit upon. What better way to spend an evening?
Someone realizes we can spell things too, and of course we go for highbrow humor.
The best of the batch. Genius, I tell you.
Soon, it's back to dancing.
At least until Jo and Nic take it upon themselves to have a bear-slipper fight.
Nic is twitching his head and face in time to the music, but apparently that's difficult to capture with still photography. This looks more like a screencap from a particularly pressing moment in a lesser-known soap opera.
No, wait.
There we go. Now it looks like a soap opera.
It's cake time! Our baker and the final product.
"Way-oh!" "WAYYYYY-OH!!!"
Birthday girl with her cake.
She's just overcome.
Quick, Zoe, think of a wish! Before the candle burns out!
She's trying to be serious...too bad we're all buttheads.
Like I said.
But wait!
A moustache solves everything!
Raisin' the roof to the strident chords of "Happy Birthday."
Woop woop.
Shake it like a polaroid picture?
"Toooooo youuuuuuuuuuuuuuu."
Once again, overcome.
The cake in all its jammy, wax-spattered glory.
Shouting "Pose!" and taking a picture did not garner the results I was expecting.
A father has never been prouder of her daughter.
How do we cut a cake again?
Ah, that's right. Very carefully.
To the left, a culprit caught in the middle of her crime: eating cake before the birthday girl has had a bite!
She tries to cover up the evidence, but we all know your shame, Jo.
Zoe soldiers forth stoically, despite the circumstances.
Oh my, what delectable cake!
You can really tell that she's enjoying it.
Logical next step after cake: dance party!
I think this picture speaks for itself.
Awww, we <3 you too. I was going to rearrange the spelling pictures to make "ZOE <3 BUTT" but then I got lazy. Do it yourowndamnself.
How cute.
Suddenly, the tables turn!
And that means it's time for more dance party, I guess.
Synchronized dance moves will always be cool.
Very Charlie Brown.
"Oh, you guys."
Jo's having her own very special dance party. Rock it, Jo.
Then we settle in to watch Tootsie and my work here is done.
Not pictured: Nina's delicious veggie lasagna and the ridiculous round of the drawing game we played that resulted in butts and penes galore.
Anyway, happy birthday, Zoo Patrick! Not the best narrative I've ever constructed, but I'm sure you'll survive. In the meantime, I have to try not to eat all the Girl Scout cookies Mom sent in a surprise package and finish reading the last book for Cyberpunk. Also I will continue wishing I'd gone to the Secret Film Festival last weekend so I could have caught Big Man Japan instead of having to wait for it to show up anywhere else.
(Just a warning, there are like seventy bajillion [or 48] pictures under here, so click at your own risk of seeing every picture I took of every face everybody made.)
Starting it off right, Zoe represents while showing off the present that Jessica sent with me to give her. You best not laugh at that hat.
She has a knife, after all.
Meanwhile, DJ Kat is playing turntable with the snack plates. Wicka-wicka!
Zoe is in the midst of showing off her fancy new slippers when, suddenly, a Nic attacks!
Mad beats are being dropped, yo, and she's not about to miss a minute of it.
Nic decides to take up his mantle as techno conducter/Snuggee priest, and we all bow down before his might.
After some games and waffling about, a grand idea is hit upon. What better way to spend an evening?
Someone realizes we can spell things too, and of course we go for highbrow humor.
The best of the batch. Genius, I tell you.
Soon, it's back to dancing.
At least until Jo and Nic take it upon themselves to have a bear-slipper fight.
Nic is twitching his head and face in time to the music, but apparently that's difficult to capture with still photography. This looks more like a screencap from a particularly pressing moment in a lesser-known soap opera.
No, wait.
There we go. Now it looks like a soap opera.
It's cake time! Our baker and the final product.
"Way-oh!" "WAYYYYY-OH!!!"
Birthday girl with her cake.
She's just overcome.
Quick, Zoe, think of a wish! Before the candle burns out!
She's trying to be serious...too bad we're all buttheads.
Like I said.
But wait!
A moustache solves everything!
Raisin' the roof to the strident chords of "Happy Birthday."
Woop woop.
Shake it like a polaroid picture?
"Toooooo youuuuuuuuuuuuuuu."
Once again, overcome.
The cake in all its jammy, wax-spattered glory.
Shouting "Pose!" and taking a picture did not garner the results I was expecting.
A father has never been prouder of her daughter.
How do we cut a cake again?
Ah, that's right. Very carefully.
To the left, a culprit caught in the middle of her crime: eating cake before the birthday girl has had a bite!
She tries to cover up the evidence, but we all know your shame, Jo.
Zoe soldiers forth stoically, despite the circumstances.
Oh my, what delectable cake!
You can really tell that she's enjoying it.
Logical next step after cake: dance party!
I think this picture speaks for itself.
Awww, we <3 you too. I was going to rearrange the spelling pictures to make "ZOE <3 BUTT" but then I got lazy. Do it yourowndamnself.
How cute.
Suddenly, the tables turn!
And that means it's time for more dance party, I guess.
Synchronized dance moves will always be cool.
Very Charlie Brown.
"Oh, you guys."
Jo's having her own very special dance party. Rock it, Jo.
Then we settle in to watch Tootsie and my work here is done.
Not pictured: Nina's delicious veggie lasagna and the ridiculous round of the drawing game we played that resulted in butts and penes galore.
Anyway, happy birthday, Zoo Patrick! Not the best narrative I've ever constructed, but I'm sure you'll survive. In the meantime, I have to try not to eat all the Girl Scout cookies Mom sent in a surprise package and finish reading the last book for Cyberpunk. Also I will continue wishing I'd gone to the Secret Film Festival last weekend so I could have caught Big Man Japan instead of having to wait for it to show up anywhere else.