The amazing cake that the China Latina made.
The car service dude couldn't believe how big Domokun was.
After dinner, it was karaoke time.
Domokun makes his appearance. Again, this was a Beth creation based on my pleas for help.
And then we sang some R.E.M.
I'm not sure which of these I like better but they both crack me up. The former Whiskey Drinker and Clockwatcher.
China Latina had told me to bring a batting helmet for some reason for the costume. I brought my 1980 Orioles helmet. Erik dug it.
Youthlarge and Mooney
The closest I'll ever get to rock stardom.
The former Ape sings while Dave conducts more important matters.
Movie after movie after movie. Sorry about how dark they are but you get the idea.
Hater Larry sings Tom Petty
Handwashings does "Funky Cold Medina."
Balgavy cuts a rug.
God Bless New Jersey
MC Slice transfixes the few remaining brave souls. If only my memory card hadn't run out at the wrong time, I could have gotten more of this brilliance.
The next day, I enlisted Dave and Jen to help me surprise Youthlarge again. We drove to Jersey to pick up Hamachi. Youthlarge's mom gave us a pink tutu for the occasion.
I gave Jen the camera and then forget to tell her not to take a movie vertically. Oh well. Still a great movie
For the record, Hamachi also loves R. Kelly's "Trapped in the Closet."
Former enemies, now friends.
Could the weekend possibly get any better?
Look at the Peanut eyeing the cake.
The little one no longer is the Buddha. We are currently shopping for a new nickname.
The weekend ended the way all weekends should, at Shea and then some soup dumplings in Flushing.
Other blog posts about the weekend and on SHR turning 30:
My Dan and My Hamachi
If You Want My Bocce
I Did It!
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