Fete

They came, from places all around, for one purpose... to pay tribute to me. This is mere moments before we filled the place up and rocked the bitch until 3 A.M. (sorry, neighbors!)

Above is the Lipbomb unwrapping the phizzat pasta salad she whipped up the night before.

There's more liquor in my house than there is any need to be -- pop-pop is going to get his bag on for the next week and a half on Sapphire martinis. Hold all my calls.