24, 25, 26

On the 24th and 25th, my first friend Brooks and I turned 26.

As usual, we celebrated at Shogun with our friends and family* and two random Asian chefs.

Brooks, me, and Cari-Beth (CB, I edited the food out of your shirt. You're welcome.)

The cooks threw rice at James. In a nice way.

My mom made me some cute new camera strap covers for my birthday.

Apparently Jonathan and I didn't get the girls/guys memo.

Then Tekia got her hands on the camera.

And it all went downhill from there.

Yes, this guy is about to become a father.

The end.

*Note to the aforementioned "friends & family": I just realized you guys never sang to us. You just dove right into your cake and went on about your business. That's it. Next year you're doing it twice. With hats. And those blower things that make noise.