February 11, 2008
That Great And Perfect Part.
Flowers and champagne for the birthday girl.
And dinner at Ye Olde HMS Bounty.
So green, so green.
Clamshell butter dish.
Mother.
Father.
That funny old fellow Michael Vidal, in his K-Town bedroom, which was soon to be transformed into the party zone.
Champagne and chanclas.
Flesh Diamonds.
Husband and Wife.
Baby C.
Reggie.
I taught Juan the proper way to open a bottle.
Shake it violently, pop the top and immediately place your mouth over the bottle so as not to spill any on the floor.
And here, caught in picture, the happiest moment of his young life.
Getting looser.
Chanclas on the dancefloor.
This is a kind of sneak peak at the Abe V music video. Kind of.
Totally great.
Genuine happiness.
Gift from bear to cub.
Clavin bearing gifts. Juan reaching the point of crazation.
This is for Crooked Arm.
The perfect part.
Private dancer.
Light as a feather, stiff as a board.
Another ice cream cake, another candle blowout.
Eat it! Everyone eat it!
Dancing shoes. All night long. I want to mention that I drank one Red Bull and a number of O'Douls, which seem to have acted as a placebo. I was dancing to Daft Punk at 1am, and I suffered from a hangover the next day.
It was really great. Juan wasn't the only one who was as happy as a king.
The true point of crazation. One of them anyway. Happy birthday my friend.
Posted by Cali at February 11, 2008 03:31 PM