Drink up, me hearties, yo Ho!
Celebrated Hanson’s birthday on Friday at the Atlantic Trap and Gill. I got there late cuz I had work. (That sucked more than usual since I was only working because I had to make up for Canada Day, as it had fallen on a Saturday. Which, y’know, doesn’t happen often with stat holidays, but god forbid they actually give me that day off no strings attached, fuckincheapbastards. Phooey.) No karaoking late into the night like last year sadly, but there was a lot of Strongbow flowin’ and Screeches (Not Dustin Diamond) shot down. 
I gotta say, the birthday boy sure likes to spell with his hands as the alcohol level in his system increases. Word up!