Birthdays are the Best

I'm all about a party. I like bringing people together and acting silly. My birthday was definitely a party.

On Friday night, some friends and I went to the Honolulu Grill for Karaoke Night. I pretended like it was for my birthday hoping to convince more people to come. That didn't work. The turnout was meager but the talent was abundant.
I sang all Whitney Houston all night long. Her music is intense. I tried to channel that intensity. You can see that all over my face.

I need to learn some showmanship from my friend, Trevor. He worked the small crowd even as everyone was cleaning up.

The morning of my birthday, my brother and younger sister took me out for breakfast. There's nothing better than a Cat Head Biscuits.

Saturday night, I hosted a birthday bash at my folks' house. I had a great turnout despite the fact that I didn't plan it or start inviting people until Thursday afternoon. The party featured Karaoke, Guitar Hero, Volleyball, Croquet, Great Food, and Amazing Friends.




Brooke favored us with a little Tiffany. My sister doesn't seem entertained, but she's a tough critic.

Awww, fetch. This isn't a fun game anymore. I'll finish this post later.