volcanoes melt you down
It was Devin's birthday on Saturday - he's finally a quarter-century old don't you know, aging like good cheese. Or wine. Or something.

So you know what that means - a little bit of celebrating with some cocktails. We started at the Brig Friday after work (for me, after yoga class) and were joined by some of Devin's current and former co-workers (only the cool ones, of course). I learned about a shooter called a "polar bear" from one of those co-workers, Heather. Very tasty, like an After Eight mint.

We later moved on to the Blue Cactus where somebody decided that we needed to go ahead with "bottle service". Yes, of course, we definitely needed a 26-ounce bottle of vodka. For sure. The argument is that with all the mixes they bring when you do it this way, you save money. Yeah, save money, but who needs that much vodka?! Anyway, the night got a bit silly from that point on, and you can see some of the evidence here.

The important thing is that the birthday boy had a good time. Happy 25th, Devin - you're definitely getting up there!  | ¶ 11:35 p.m.