Here he is again, amongst the crowd at my birthday drinks! We had the back room at Long Play, which is conveniently located just a few thousand centimetres from our place.
Sam having a taste of my espresso martini - one of several delicious cocktails I ingested.
The lovely Romy, with Amanda propping up the window in the background.
The lads kicked in and got me some new kicks! Thanks lads.
Andy and Duncan.
I must have been getting pretty abstract by this point. Rosie looks on adoringly, while Emilio is obviously amazed at the previously unrevealed depths of my intelligence.
The bar closed eventually, so a few of us hit the streets in search of... something.
That something turned out to be more drinks, at the Gasometer.
The worried look in designated driver Sam's eye speaks volumes.
Must have been getting a bit late. Thank god for that espresso martini!
Our gracious publicans let us stay on for a few. Sorry if I was ridiculous, guys!
The rest of the weekend was spent in a horrendously haungover state, which is not to say it wasn't fun. I just stopped taking photos, which is a shame, because we set up some massive obstacles from Joey's work at the museum and skated the absolute crap out of them.
Lovely Rosie came to pick us up.
I managed to snaggle us a couple of tickets to see Jonathan Safran Foer talk on Sunday night. Quite the parallel (in terms of family background and interests) life to my own. He had a lot of interesting stuff to say. I liked him!