We celebrated El Jefe’s birthday in style in a house with a tower on a lake.

Rapunzel, Rapunzel! Let down your hair!

We did. It was fun. Though it’s really not easy scaling a tower with just a rope of hair, FYI.

So for his bday, everyone got a beautifully, well-made, high-dollar T-shirt:

Okay, so maybe we lost a few EEEEE’s along the way…whatever. Jeff’s shirt actually says I AM EL JEFE which would have been fabulous in the group picture if, you know, all the letters had stayed on. Whatever. Melfa Stewart I am not. AND ALSO, IT’S THE THOUGHT THAT COUNTS, SO THERE.

His cake was a work of art:

Obviously, I didn’t make it as all the letters are still in tact.

And we had the youngest partier with us, Ralphasaurus, who had a rough night Friday night, but found his groove Saturday, only to pass out too early for the group picture. Yes, he got a shirt too:

It was a great reunion with old friends meeting new, and I hope the first of many good times ahead.