We spent Saturday evening with T, J-Box, Docs E and L celebrating C's third birthday. J-Box whipped up a fabulous paella and we gladly helped make away with it ;)
The party kicked off in the pool.
Escape routes were planned... just in case ;)
Mama was her usual perky self ;)
J took refuge in the trees.
"Now THAT'S a fire!!!"
"No, no, no... just throw a blanket on him and roll him around a bit. He'll be fine."
The paella equivalent of a spiral galaxy.
Docs E and L steered the party in the right direction with the Smack-My-Ass-And-Call-Me-Sally Hustle.
"Dude, it's all in the wrist..."
"I'm tellin' ya... you gotta kick that squid up a notch... BAM!"
While the adults drank, smacked each other's asses and set each other on fire, the kids struggled for their lives in the pool. CPS Summer Camp, here we come!
Beer's gone? The paella must be done!
Mmm... paella!
After dinner, C's birthday party kicked into full swing with a Thomas the Tank Engine piñata. The poor guy was ruthlessly pummeled by the kids.
The first blow caught Thomas off guard!
The second dazed him!
The third knocked him senseless!
The fourth knocked the breath out of him!
C put on his war face and went in for the kill!
Gut busted!
Barbarism at its finest.
On patrol for candy.
Counting the loot.
Conductor C!
Forever young!
Mmm... icing!
"Um... fork please!"
"Birthdays rock!"
Mmm... glucose!
Time for gifts!
"Check this out, C!"
It takes a village, yo.
Two dudes contemplate the gnarliness.
C wondered what he could possibly get into next.
Guy behavior #371: stripping down and going for a drive!
After the kids were full of cake and wallowing in the tattered remnants of wrapping paper, the adults decided to continue their portion of the evening ;)
Doc L (AKA DJ Dieter) got ready to kick it old school!
"I claim this cake in the name of España!"
"Really, guys... I'm fine to drive!"
"Hey! Who put this damn fridge in the road?!"
T brazenly mocked the open container law.
