"A good sherris-sack hath a twofold operation in it."

Oh, I am so 21 right now. :D

The partying began Friday night after D&D. Mike made sure to wrap us up at 11:30 so we could sprint down to the Celtic Knot. We got there, by my watch, at 3 minutes to midnight. We placed ourselves at the bar, were carded (well, I was-- then the bartender got so caught up in the fact that it was my birthday that she forgot to card everyone else!).

Then there was an argument about what time it actually was. My watch said exactly midnight. Jeremy's said 11:59, so he thought we should count down. Then the bartender says, "Well, my clock says 12:01, so if you average it..."

So we just decided to toast and drink. :D

( Thus the picspam begins )