10.17.06

Brian's 21st was today, and it was kind of lame. Our hibachi chef was definitly Puerto Rican. Which I didn't even know you could DO that, but I guess they saw past his lack of orient right to his expertise of knives and hired him for that.

He didn't even light anything on fire.

Then Brian's mom doesn't call until 8:00 at night and tries to act like she wasn't kayaking with Kurt and Brian didn't just call her 15 times.

None of his friends were able to come out, so it was just Brian, Brox and I at Butch Kowal's. And I think Brox and I drank more than Brian.

This is somewhat sickening, but I think it comforts me to know that not everyone has these picture perfect events of their life.