Masturbating Monkey

The evening of the masturbating monkey is over. I've got to get a photo of this thing posted up here. Needless to say, if you made it out to the Horse Brass on Saturday night, you too got molested/taunted/bribed by the masturbating monkey. It's the new Calvin pissing, you know. Thanks again to Noland and Jen for providing such a conversation piece / ice-breaker.

Thanks to all who made it out. It was a very happy celebration with friends. I got properly liquored (as predicted) but had no run-ins with the law or hospital visits. I owe this completely to my beautiful and talented wife keeping me in her sight the entire night. I enjoyed some incredible single-malt Scotch, and had such a kick-ass meal there. I also found a new love in sauces. I realize I'm years behind on this one, but HP is some incredible friggin' sauce.

The 30th birthday celebration was jockeyed to the finish line and nobody really got hurt. Although, I think Stacie was confused and wore her pajamas to the Horse Brass. She's an odd one. The monkey made out with several appetizers, so that worked out for him. My head hurt for most of the next day and I called time out for several hours on the couch on Sunday.