The Anniversary of the Date of My Birth

Listen: I admit it. I’ve been a very bad blogger of late. I just have not been taking photos at key events and, therefore, have very little evidence to prove they actually existed. There was a birthday shindig just two nights ago and many JH.c readers were there. You know that you were there. I just didn’t take any photos of you. The camera came out for a five minute window and if you happened to be in the immediate area at that time you were documented.

We met at The Dove, one of my favorite downtown bars that has a great number of specialty drinks. One of their more pedestrian & goofy offerings is the one I always wind up choosing — the dopey and (borderline offensive) Irish Car Bomb. Thank heaven above Ann was on hand to get a record of the quaffing of this interactive, group libation.

Ben and Gina say hello. They win top honors as best giftgivers – a Mr. T. keychain that belts out of six fool-pitying quotes!!

JJQ, John D., Rob & Kim prepare for merriment.

JJQ & John D. were in deep convo for over an hour. I later asked what they were jawing about and the response I got was: “Everything! Technology. . .Mark Cuban . . .everything!”