TWENTY-ONE! TWENTY-ONE!

Had a long-ass day yesterday. I knew I was in trouble from Friday night/early early Saturday morning, as soon as I tried to sleep early. And by early, I mean 1AM. Yup, that's what counts as early for me nowadays. Three hours, a random drunk dial from a friend and viewings of both Eddie Murphy's Raw and the Miami Heat 2005-06 NBA Champions DVDs later, it was a total sleep FAIL. Score!

Nevermind the fact that I had to be up for basketball by 7AM. Still, I figured I'd be fine. The last time I woke up this early for ball, I only had 90 minutes of sleep. Oh, and I whooped they ass, believe that. Ch-ch-cheeeeaaahh. Having TWICE as much sleep for this go round? Dang, that's some Lottery-worthy shit right there. HA! Naw, but on the serious tip, it was good to play. I keep telling myself I'll be active these Holidays, but so far it's been a laziness WIN. That, and suitable weather FAIL.

IN OTHER NEWS! I finally had a chance to feed my fix yesterday. Right after ball, I went out to the City with Fonz and Crisa. It was awesome. Claes, in all their understated goodness, have finally been added to the collection. It's been a hot minute since I first seen these shoes, and I always figured copping a pair was a pipe dream thanks to shipping costs and all. But lo and behold, we found a source right here.


So, uhh, life is good. Next on the shitlist: a new pair of Feits. Let's do this.

Addendum: 3sixteen Vision of Death. And Fonz' Christmas present (not pictured). Today was a good day.


We walked around Oxford for a long, long while, and then had dinner at Kika's. Ahh, Tapas restaurant. How I love thee. Lamb cutlets, potatoes and baked chicken wings for several wins.

I soon got a call imploring me to rush home, seeing as I was already late for Jay's 21st, and the stripper was coming VERY soon. Better late than never, I suppose. It was fashionably done, so no dramas there. I missed the stripper, despite all my rushing, but I still managed to snap a few photogs.

Valdez likes wearing other people's clothes. My jacket, Matt's shoes, Teej's hat.


Oh, hello Julz. How's that couch working out for you?


Happy birthday, Jay!


Rowdiest ping-pong player ever!


"Hmm, Bacardi? Sounds good!"


What's with Pat's mouth?


The Party Committee!


Oh, hi guys! How's the party?


There I am, in all my unshaven glory.


Big giant WHAT UP and Happy Birthday, Jay. Hope you had fun being drunk and eventually looking like a beat-up hooker. That's what 21st birthdays are all about.


Oh, and I think last night might have been the first time I was thankful for being the designated driver; I still had a lot of fun while sober, and I didn't experience the "Everything's spinning, you're beginning to think women are swimmin' in pink linen again in the sink" feeling. So, good.

Aight, I'm off to dinner in a couple of hours. I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death! Over and out.

- marty..

P.S. ADDENDUM: Pics are up on Facebook. Here's one of the galleries. Here's another.

END COMMUNICATION.