Many thanks to Miah Poisson and Ines Sarante for throwing a great 30th birthday party for Miah this weekend. I don't play much Guitar Hero, but apparently I play enough to win a tournament against Miah's GH-obsessed coworkers, or maybe it's just because the game is ridiculously handicapped against experts. I'm just happy because I won a pimp stein:



We ate lots of great food, had fun with karaoke, and talked until the hour was late. And I found out something cool that's going to benefit this site immensely, but you're going to have to wait to find out what it is. Anyway, happy birthday, Miah, and thanks for the great time.


Three Replies to PIMP

Aaron Shurtleff | November 6, 2007
That's cool! Tell Miah I said Happy Birthday, could ya, Scott? Assuming (as I am in my arrogant little mind) that he remembers who I am,. :)

Jackie Mason | November 7, 2007
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Scott Hardie | November 7, 2007
I'd love for them to be connected somehow, but no, it's a video game.


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