Good Scott Hunting

What with all the working and all the playing I haven't been around the blog much. And I've been using Facebook updates instead of blog posts so much perhaps I should twitter. Nah. Enough is enough.

But back to blogging.

Last week and this week have been full of birthdays. What sign are we in anyway? All of my friends' parents must be awfully humpy in the summertime.

Regardless, the wonderful Scott Hunt gathered his close peeps for a little celebration of his birthday on Friday the 13th. Scott's birth is indeed a reason to celebrate, and as usual with this crowd, it wasn't long before there was a DJ at the podspeakers and then a VJ at the TV, and dancing and general silliness all around.

Also a big, ahem, "hit" was some sort of sage that was intended to be not just burnt but smoked (entirely legal and very earthy I might add). Shaka Zhu-the-looloo however went a little nutso on it. Seriously, if you can't handle smoking a pizza topping you should stay away from the harder stuff.

Vodka, however, remains my hardest drug of choice. Well, JD is much harder I suppose, on my liver as well as my psyche. But tasty tasty tasty. Which is why I stick to vodka-sodas.

With a twist of limelight.

Hugs and plugs to Scott!

(And I will close by saying, for a man who hates country music, he loves the shadow dance!)

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