Afro-Mexicano Party

So first, off there are no pictures. Sorry, somehow I managed not to take a single picture of the twin birthday party of Leroy and myself. Although I would like to say that it was simply to avoid future political liability, our little fete was in fact fairly tame.

Fortunately, given my OCD hosting tendencies, I was not a casualty of the lychee martinis, the birthday cake shots, the pomegranate margaritas, the Red Stripes, the Moscato d'Asti's, the Gevurztraminers, or any of the fancifully named libations of that evening. Thankfully however, others did not share my fate. It was quite the motley mix that evening of hetero/queer, brown/white, and med/anything else. Certainly these are the places that I find myself most comfortable, so it was a suitably enjoyable evening.

I found some clever inspiration and decided to have some random artsy photos you may have seen (for example 1, 2, 3, 4, 5) displayed on my beautiful 32" Samsung. Pretty fitting given that most there were fairly random and at the very least interesting. There were the incredibly lively coterie of small Asian women of Leroy's partner, the random Houston energy workers, physical and occupational therapies finest practitioners, and of course the nations next wave of surgeons, psychiatrists, pediatricians, and goodness knows who else.

The best part? A very awkward cake cutting (with pictures I've yet to verify) after a lively late 20s rendition of "Happy Birthday to You." This was immediately followed by a quick retreat by yours truly of all things that pertain to marriage. Conversation of my colleagues' past relationships, Eddie Murphy's early music career (see below), and Red China (the unfortunate consequence of ethyl alcohol and our Chinese friend Ben).

Overall a GREAT night without wincing from the politely invited and delightfully absent neighbors. 26 it is.