Kendall defeats the Scorpion!

The highlight of the weekend was Kendall's birthday for sure. Mainly because I spent the rest of the weekend curled up in a bed somewhere, or wishing I was curled up in a bed somewhere. Saturday night all of us went out to good ol' Steubens for dinner and drinks. I say good ol' like I have been there a lot but really this was only the second time. It is a hell of place, I like it. There is one drink in particular that is pretty fantastic. It is known as the Scorpion bowl. Look to your left and you will see just what type of beast we are dealing with here. It is the size of Kendall's head and Kendall, being the manly birthday boy that he was, is downing that sucker like a champ. (Kendall does not remember the rest of the night but if he reads this he will get flash backs maybe). After our wonderful dinner, complete with a cupcake for the birthday boy we headed across the street the Tavern (think that is what is was called). Here there was much girl stalking and a realization that Bekah and I are completely useless as wing men. This means that when we said we were going to go outside to find a pretty girl for Koach we really meant that we are going to go outside and get a table and completely forget that we were supposed to be finding a girl for Koach because we got to caught up in people watching. Whoops. Lucky for us he had Joey and even though they did not make a move they still had fun.

After this bar we headed over to some other bar (I have no idea what it was called because it was my turn to drink and I was taking full advantage of that fact). The highlight of this bar was the dancing. Yes, that's right folks, I got Joey to dance with me! Okay so we kind of danced in the corner by the table but it was still dancing. I was still thrilled and I think I fell a little bit more in love with him. Kendall was tearing it up on the dance floor and so was Ashley. They rule. Drake was in there somewhere but I honestly did not see much of him until it was time to go home. Home we went, crawling into bed at about 3 am. YAWN.... What a fun night. Well until the hangover the next morning, that wasn't too great. I also made the mistake of laying down in the grass at Joey's race the next day. Yeah... big wipe out about four feet from my body. Note to self: Don't be stupid and lay down at races... Getting crushed by Chuck as he comes flying over the curb is a lot worse than a head ache from too many Cape Cods. Go Allen and Randy by the way for taking 1 and 2nd place! VC shows them how it's done!