We again went out for Indian food on Noah's birthday. Again, some were tricked into getting the piss soup at the buffet.
Karl didn't mind the piss soup. Brian did.
Garrett arrived very much late.
He allowed me the honor of giving him a handle bar moustache. Three cheers for Garrett!
Jodi did the honors.
Noah was not the least big amused.
Neither was anyone else, by the looks of it.
Did not appreciate the photographs and obnoxious singing.