saturday we celebrated my friend Jason's 30th birthday and surprised him with a white mariachi band, texas college football, a smoked pork shoulder, a lot of tequila and a little projectile vomiting. because nothing says celebration like projectile vomiting (said vomiter will remain nameless to ensure that we continue to be friends in the hope that i will get to witness them do this again).
here are a couple shots from years past... it's amazing how much we have and haven't grown up.
happy 30th birthday, jas.
nashville would be a different place for me without you in it.