The trademark song of the night.
My Dad, Tita Genie, and I arrived to William's house to celebrate his birthday, only to find a house full of intoxication, cigarette smoke, and well... fun. Some of us had more "fun" than others, but it was all in the name of William's birthday.




Partying with my Dad... who would've thunk?


"Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol."



Remember how I said some of us had more "fun" than others? Well, Phil had a mo'fuggin blast. He sipped on a little too much sizzurp, and well, yeah.



All in all, a fun night. Good times with family, family friends, and some homies.