Happy 23rd Birthday Jonathan!

My little buttercup Jon finally turned 23! Woo-hoo! He had a 3-day celebration weekend and it was tiring but fun!

Two days before the bday...Jon, Adrian and I chillax at Stinger Lounge and then to Prince of Wales. Stinger Lounge - my kinda place and Prince of Wales - a man's bar! It's practically encoated with female repellant!

L to R: Kristina, Me, Filipnoized-Chinese Jen (with an actual alcoholic drink) and Korean Jen.
(really, that's how i label my friends! its cuz i love 'em.)

The women of the group - taken right before the club manager tells us to keep to our VIP Booth! Oooooh sooooo-rrrry! The place was E-M-P-T-Y! You should be happy we were lounging around everywhere so it looked like people were actually in this place.

We had dinner at Jon's house then headed over to Blush in Burlingame Ave. I know what you're thinking - "Don't you guys hate this place cause they treated you guys like shit!" - Yup, they did and we got compt a free VIP DJ Booth. We thought it was all good until the bouncer from last time came inside looking for trouble. He had the audacity to leave his station located outside the club, walk inside, upstairs, and back into the VIP DJ booth! To do what exactly you may ask? To bother our friend over a foot that was rested on the couch. My friend replied "What sorry, I didn't hear you?" Ummm yeah, he didn't hear you because we are in the "DJ" booth!

The bouncer with the biggest ego calls for "back-up" thinking we were drunk and causing trouble! What an ass! Sorry but we were not drunk, we just got there and picked on us cause we were the only people in that sorry ass club! The bartender even made us shitty drinks and didn't hear of most of what we requested - when a bartender asks, "Whats in that drink?" - I just assume he's a bar back, sorry poser.

Well as for the bouncer...let's just say he messed with the wrong "kids".

Now back to happier times before the asshole ruined our night!

L to R: Tsukai, Bday Boy Jon, Ulysses, Other Jon.
This is what happens when you put boys together for a shot. They actually sit together but can never be serious.

The Jons keeping secrets...maybe he's saying a drunken, "I love you man, you are my best friend! I will also let you drive my beloved Type R that I won't let anyone else drive, not even my gf." (damn! that watch fucked up my flash! its tooo much bling!)

After all the dramatic fun, dining, wining and drinking, Jon opened up his presents. We piled in his room and watched him open up gifts galore - Speedminton (which we already played with), Channel Egoiste (he got 2 = 2 years of smelling good), Smallville DVD (he's in love with...Clark Kent), Architectural diary ("Dear Diary -- Today, I had such a good day."), and Ben Sherman digs (Pink Tailored Shirt and shoes)! He was as happy as a clam!