Note the garnish in the empty martini glass-that was originally in his drink.
This is David, trying to absorb the fact that he is drinking a whiskey sour with foam. I apparently did not take any pictures of Jason that night. I pretended to, while I attempted to get photos of the hot girls sitting at the bar so the guys could see what they looked like. I am a great wingman.
---The other part of my weekend was celebrating Dan's birthday! It's not until Tuesday, but my parents wanted to make him dinner. This is him, pretending to be thrilled about the fact that they gave him my first pair of baby shoes. It was a not so subtle hint that they are expecting grandkids soon.
I'd like the record to show that the bag was originally from me to my dad for father's day. Isn't it cute?
A better picture of his gift from me. Isn't the wrapping divine? And, in case you are wondering, my ultra-romantic gift to him was a vacuum sealer. He's wanted one forever, so it's not my fault I got him a weird gift.
And, as a side note, my camera sucks. I would like to request a new one from a certain husband who reads this blog but never posts or comments on it. He shall remain nameless to protect him from the blog nazis.