It was Dave's 25th birthday. We were at Susan's Apt in Ann Arbor. Dave had been drinking pretty steadily all night. Kate and I made Dave a particularly strong drink. We put every type of alcohol in the drink along with a splash of coke.



At some point we sung Happy Birtday and cut the cake. Due to crowd request, I cut loose on the second half of the song and sung "Happy Fucking Birthday Muther Fucker." It was pretty hillarious, Dave's parents were there and everything.



Later that night right before Dave puked over the balcony, I got him to sing "Zombie" by The Cranberries. I knew this was going to be pretty interesting, Dave couldn't even stand up, let alone sing. I was stone cold sober because I was driving Kate home. Both Dave and I mumbled our way through the song. I mumbled because I just mumble, Dave was mumbling because he was waisted. Dave spent most of the song laying on his back trying to sing into the microphone which was on the ground somewhere in the vacinity. After the song I think that he threw up (thats just the reality, folks). I don't think that I have ever seen Dave that drunk or ever seen him puke from drinking.



Happy Fucking Birthday Dave!