I had like a butt-load of gangs at my birthday

One of the many highlights of my 32nd year was the discovery of Napoleon Dynamite. So for my 33rd birthday, I decided that it was time to gather some friends and allow the Napoleon in all of us to come out. Who said being 33 meant you had to have a boring birthday party? I mean, I had a superhero costume party for my 30th! Maybe it's just that I've never grown up or something ... it's my Peter Pan complex ... whatever :)

So last night over some tots, nachos and beers (including a wicked dark ale home-brew created by my mate Dan ... hooyeah!) we had a very Napoleon time, including a mythical beast drawing competition. We were going to have a karaoke-style dance off later on but time just got away from us. And we even forgot to have my "Pedro for Presidente" birthday cake! That's okay though, I'll have it on Sunday (my real birthday) with some other mates.

So in the immortal word of Mr N. Dynamite, "Just listen to your heart. That's what I do."

Phil "Napoleon" Slade ... uuuuhhhhhhhhh

Pedro "Dale" Sanchez offers you his protection

Tanya "Deb" Rankine - I liked her sleeves, they were real big.

"I might build her a cake or something"

Turning 33 with my 3 little ladies (and my main lady taking the picture - love ya babe!)