This last weekend was pretty awesome because of the fact that on Saturday night we got to go out to dinner and celebrate the birthday’s of two of our friends Stephen and Stephanie. And even though they have birthdays only a day apart, and they have names that would make you think that they could be twins, they are not. They are married, and they are awesome. About 18 of us got together for some sushi, some good and some questionable, but the company was all that mattered, and it was great. After dinner, and much discussion about what to do next, we ended up at…I can’t believe I’m going to say this…Belmont Station. The Station and I have a bit of an uncomfortable past because when I was 20 I borrowed the ID of a friend and tried to pass it off as mine in order to get in. The only problem was that the friend was also with me and only a couple of people in line ahead of me. The guy at the door totally caught us and wouldn’t let me in. At least the trick had worked at three other bars before that. Sorry Mom and Dad. We didn’t stay long at The Station because I was so afraid that I would see someone that I work with and I wouldn’t know what to say. That’s the wrap-up. Here are the pics.
