Our buddy Brooks is turning 30 tomorrow, and he has requested that we throw him a "White Trash" birthday party. That means that tonight we are all up late preparing for the party. We are cooking food, baking cakes, cleaning everything, and hiding anything that we can. One way or the other, this house will be ready for the party tomorrow.
Here we are... Ric, Grant and me... slaving away in the kitchen. Yes, you non-believers, I really can do kitchen things. (So, why does it look like Ric and Grant are cooking and I am just blending margaritas?)