
I remember being intoxicated by the nauseating fumes of the sticky, flexi rubber material we so often stuck to the end of a small yellow plastic tube and blew our lungs out into. The art required practice and I sucked at (pardon the pun). Apparently MH and Jo had perfected the skillz. Well done lah. We played a round of dinner table volleyball and proceeded to a game of Pictionary. The birthday boy was at his best, guessing and drawing like a pro. A good start to 29?
The rest of the pixes at my Flickr.



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