Un Cumpleaños Para Miguelito

Mike celebrated his big 33rd last weekend, and on a whim we decided to throw a small, intimate kegger.  We actually had a pretty nice turnout considering Mike didn't send the invite until 7 days before (and then he forgot to put semi-colons between the names so they didn't actually send the first night and had to be resent the next night).  And then there was the issue with the keg.  The issue being, of course, that there was no keg.   See, after telling us we had to reserve the keg, the beer store wouldn't let us actually make that reservation on the grounds that they had soooo many kegs.  But then, when we went to pick up one of the multitude of kegs they claimed to have, they were miraculously out of 'em.  So Mike and Tim, being the bright young things that they are, decided to instead buy a keg's worth of beer in cans.  It was magical.

Party People

God save the Queen!

This picture makes me laugh 

Sam Francesca

Baby Tiff clutching Papa Sausage Fingers' sausage fingers

The Cleanup

The cleanup was actually the funnest part of the night! No, not really.  In all seriousness, I don't recall much of the cleanup.  I do remember that the floor was covered in beer, and we decided that it might be in our best interests to mop.  So we mopped.  Or rather, Mike mopped.  I remember at some point he mentioned that the mop appeared to be scratching the floor, which I immediately denounced as balderdash.  So, he finished up and we went to sleep.  

The next morning, we were surprised to awaken to a filthy, beer-covered floor - despite both having a distinct recollection of mopping.  I quickly proceeded to seek out the mop in order to see if it was wet (and thus verify those misty water-colored memories) only to find that yes, Mike had indeed mopped.  However, the mop was...missing the mop head.