Quan's Birthday

Quan had a good birthday party at Mission Ale House. Lets just say that Quan probably doesn’t remember a lot. We started the night watching the NL CS baseball and the Sharks game. Quan had a Gordon Bierch. Then Gena and Katie got Quan a AMF (audios mother f------). We moved to the back patio. We took a shot of Fusion red Rasberry, a mission house specialty. He had another beer before taking a fusion shot. After that I lost track of what order it went. But I know he took a Chili-bomb (crown in rockstar), stella, jager. I’m sure there was more but I don’t remember.

We had our fun with him. Quan was stumbling around. The bouncer told him to straighten up the walk. After that he sat down and wasn’t allowed to walk around. Matt pretended to be mad and Quan was completely apologizing. When we decided it was time go, one of the bouncers lead us through the crowd and out the door. We sat down and Quan was professing his apology about getting us kicked out. We chuckled because we weren’t kicked out, we were leaving. The next thing we know Quan is laying down on this concrete slab at the parking garage. We struggled to get him upright. Then he goes “I gotta puke” we sat him up and BLAH, all over the concrete and splattered on his shoes.
Steve got his car and we had to carry him to the car. Meanwhile people are passing us by cheering him on. I told them that it was his birthday. They cheered more. We got Quan into the car and decided to puke somemore. We held the door open and let him spew out.
We drive back to Quan’s house and Steve walks up to me laughing. I’m like “what happened?” steve goes, “Diane is still back at Mission Ale, and Quan has the keys to the car. So I gotta drive back to Mission so she can get home.” Oh crap. We try to get inside Quan’s house. Quan tries to unlock his car, because the remote to the garage is in it. But his car isnt’ here! So we put Quan onto the porch and I watch him. Steve drives back to Mission. We must have been there for at least 30-40 minutes. They finally roll in and we open the Garage. We have to pickup Quan again and we help him into the garage. He slides off his shoes. We have to disable the alarm. So immeadately after the door inside opens quan goes in and enters the disarm code then stumbles over. Steve and I help him upstairs to his room but he cuts right and goes into the bathroom. The next thing we know, steve comes out and goes, he took his pants off! I look in and Quan’s sitting on the toilet with no pants on. A few minutes later Quan stumbes out with only his boxers on. He shivers as he climbs in bed. We quickly make him take some asprin, and then get him under the covers where he passed out.

Steve and I leave with only one thought. Quan’s going to feel great tomorrow.