Whilst day-drinking on the porch of Old Pointe Tavern one sunny afternoon in April, three friends brainstormed about a birthday party for one Miss Katie A.

“What shall we do for my birthday in June?” the birthday girl asked. Matt put the pencap to his mouth. “Hmm..what does Katie like…what does Katie like..”

Lightbulb.

From The Redhead: “Jack. White.”

And thus the Party Planning Committee mapped out festivities for the Demaree-penned “Twenty-five Years of Filth and Stripes.”

PHOTOBOOTH. (What, you expected some lengthy diatribe fresh out the gate? I haven’t blogged in three months. LET ME WARM UP.)

* I want to write more but of COURSE I wanted to do NaBloPoMo for July which means I have to get this sucker posted in fifteen minutes and blahbity blahbity every picture tells a story blah.

I’m writing again.

I’m not going to be a dead-beat blogger anymore.

Promise.

NaBloPoMo.

Count it.