He's Alive!

Nathan Jeffrey Murphy has turned 30.

The birthday bonanzle took place at BJ's Lounge, the best bar in the world, and conveniently located one block from my house. We grilled wieners of all shapes and sizes, our house band, Bacon, played a lively set (I even joined them on stage for a perfectly executed rendition of Wilco's "Passenger Side" - the mushrooms really helped my guitar playing, as I suspected they might), and Nate somehow managed to make it to my couch before barfing all over the place. Considering the amount of time he spent lying on the street, this was a momentous achievement. The man was about as fucked up as a man could be while still being awake. Apparently, everyone thought drugs would be the perfect gift. Go figure.

We don't have very many pictures - luckily, we put the camera away early on in the night. But here's a few to look at. Happy Birthday, Nato!

The evening started off with some gift-giving, while Bacon harmonized the birthday song. Man, that song is catchy.

Katie made some tee-shirts for the people. A thoughtful gift indeed.

I got Nate this hat that only looks cool if you're at least thirty. I mean, I'm not thirty yet, but I still look kinda cool, right? Right, guys?

We had the distinct privilege of cutting a rug with one Lyles Victor Polk, the unofficial best dancer ever to come out of Idaho. And his pit-sweat isn't bad either.

We couldn't get any shots of Bacon in action. But here they are just standing around. They're good at that too.

An overall success ... Now, get your hands off my lady, you freak.