Pep turned 30 and we went to Phillie to celebrate and let the shenanigins transpire. We started at a bowling alley for drinks, dinner, and, uh, bowling.
This is the shirt we got for Pep and Beka embroidered.
On the move to the Abbaye...
...where Pep developed gestures for everyone at the table...
And then we returned back to Becky and Pep's apartment...
Pep doesn't quite remember unbuttoning his shirt and allowing his face, chest, and back as a sketch pad (a la Garden State).
Ah, the new and fresh face of 30.
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