Sumner's B'day

I went pretty much straight from the airport to the Gas Lite for Sumner's birthday party last night.

10pm and the boy was tanked.



And it was crowded.



If shirt spillage is an indicator of a good time, it was a really good time.







Karaoke rules. God bless Asians and their Asian inventions.








Of course, 2am came before we knew it. Pumpkins turned back into mice. Cheese turned back into stones. And everyone went home. (Or over to Bobby's to watch Planet Earth.)



Happy B'day Slumner!