Hubba, Hubba

"If you drink, don't drive. Don't even putt." Dean Martin

Now you know what a thing we make of birthdays here in this house. We tend towards the kind of celebrating normally reserved for Mardi Gras prior to Katrina New Orleans, only with less call for police and beads. And The Hubba's birthday was no different and involved a night in uptown Charlotte with really good friends from Raleigh, really good food (a place called McCormick & Schmick's- delicious!), and faaaar too many drinks. Which probably explains The Hubba and the mechanical bull. If there's a request for such footage, I might be tempted to post a pic or two, otherwise that incident stays in Charlotte. We'll see. He was very Eight Seconds/ My Heroes Have Always Been Cowboys if any of those characters wore polo shirts and tennis shoes and were fueled by about a gallon of Jack Daniels (come to think of it they might have been- why else would you climb on a writhing, crazed, thousand-pound animal?). In case you were curious, The Hubba turned 30 this year and to prove it, limped pathetically from place to place Sunday morning post-bull ride. Good times.

How cute is he?

Now, I'm not going to go on, as the birthday is still in progress (today being the actual event) and so will post knitting-related material tomorrow.

Also, a Public Service Announcement to my Sockret Pal: I have finally adjusted my comments section to accept anonymous comments. Feel free to get in touch- no pressure! Scratch that, there's pressure! Pressure!