A little over a year ago, Katie and I met our friend Bubba. Whom you might know as “Brian,” but…whatever. He’s Bubba. Prior to that, our friend Uriaha constantly regaled us with stories of this best friend, stories that always started “Me and Bubba,” or “Bubba did the funniest thing,” or  ”My friend Bubba makes homemade bread,” blah blah..and we were eventually like, OKAY. WHO IS THIS GUY? We must meet him. And meet him we did. Friends ever since.

As is evident by this series:

You might be thinking to your self, “Jenn, it looks like by the time Bubba showed up to this shindig, The Cockpit was already a shitshow.”

And you would be right.

Dancin!!

Having trouble balancing your wine AND your plastic axe, Katie?

(PS. Those inflatable guitars? The brain-child of yours truly. And by “brain child” I mean, “I got bored at Party City waiting for some stoner high school kid to blow up my balloons, and totally started making impulse purchases.” BEST IDEA EVER.)

Um, this would be the Cake Wreck that I made, that Matt decorated. It was a red velvet little number with cream cheese icing. It was alright, but it was a little bland and dry for my liking. Good thing everyone was drunk, and yelled at me to shut up when I announced this.

Hope you had a good birthday, Boo.