Happy Birthday Alexander Frank

Alex, a cousin of mine whose house I crashed at during the first two weeks of dental school while I was trying to find an apartment for Cheryl and I to live in, was having his belated birthday party this weekend. Cheryl and I hadn't been to their (Frank family) house since the end of high school football season, GO MOOREPARK, and figured we could be an extra set of hands for the event. Good thing we did. 20 teenagers in one house will need a little more than a couple sets of eyes to keep them in check. I was in charge of set-up and chaperoning, and Cheryl was in charge of food prep and looking great while doing it. Hey, if I don't flood her with compliments, someone else will.



This is me chaperoning/shredding.

The beefcake himself.

It's like a horrer film.