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The Birthday Boy -er, The Birthday Young Man, rather.

James! James! They're out. You can stop, now.

Okay, now which key is it?

Wake up Allen. 'Party's not over yet.
Oh, wait - he may be contemplating cake.

E.B., Angela, Elf, Denise, Clay, Wes, Jeremy, and Sean - all a bit blurry.
(The spelling is just a guess.)

Angela and Elf - or so I'm told.
Oh, and there's the top of Sean's head.

Allen - spelled correctly, mind you - at least according to Wendy.

James Robert (note his expresion), Mike, and Chandler, eating his thumb.

Sean, also a bit blurry, but I think that's normal.

Carrie, Sue and Chandler.
2 out of three seem to be having a good time.

I wonder what this expression means.
Looks mysterious - or maybe dispeptic - and oddly familliar.

Hmmmmmmnn, I wonder what all the keys are for.

Yet another of the many slightly odd expressions in James Robert's arsenal.

Hey, Wendy, has an expression too. And Sean's plucking out his eyeball.

Carrie, Chandler (mugging for the camera), and an unsuspecting Allen, and Sean.

Ah, another key. Great.

Wendy, E.B., Wes, Angela, and Elf.
Hmmn, a teenager on the phone - how unusual.
Yes, that was irony. - no wait, maybe it was sarcasm.

Looks like he's considering a snappy comeback or something.

Mike and Sean, pondering the menu.

Sean - again, note the tags.
This candid, less than flattering picture taken by James Robert.

A picture full of face.

James Robert, finding another key in an envelope.
He proceeded to threaten to throw the key at me, and call me 'evil'.
I responded with something like "Yes, but I'm also devious."

Listen, you can almost hear the sirens.

A more pensive picture, that's somewhat less full of face.

Sean - note the tags.
This picture may have been taken by James Robert.

Sean.
I think I took this one, but it may have been James Robert.

James Robert, in profile.

James Robert, yet again at a birthday meal, and yet again threatening me at that meal.

Another cake, another embarassing picture.

James Robert's water.
James Robert took this picture.
Must have been some good water.

Mike setting James Robert's cake on fire.

James Robert, Mike and Sean - and James' hand.

Sean, valiantly and stalwartly fighting the forces of a determined and pernicious rhinovirus.

Mike, momentarily, and happily, asleep.

Must have been a really good one.

The perspective is kinda odd on this one.
It looks like a small James, and a large James Robert.

Note that they have an almost identical pose and expression.

By God, hair in my face like that would drive me nuts.

Sean, after some foolin' with filters.

Sean, demonstrating that he can't hide for crap.

Mike, using his highly-developed mind-control powers to make Sean stick his tongue out.

James Robert... dreaming of Starbucks.

Still laughing...
...and mildly adjusted.
...the picture, not James Robert. He's definitely out of adjustment.

James, cypherin'

Sean's eyes (well, eye at least) are (is) closed, but the status of James Robert's eyes are in currently unknown.

Mike and Dorothy listening to Ken telling a story on himself.

A somewhat 'glowy' James Robert.

Sean, now trying to hide behind James, without taking viewing angles into account.

James also fails to achieve greatness in the field of personal concealment.

Here's the deal.

For James Robert's 16th birthday, something special was hastily planned. Among his presents was a large green paper-wrapped box. Inside this was another wrapped box (both sealed with remarkably good packing tape).

Inside this box was a lock-box and an assortment of oddly shaped, wrapped items. These items were revealed to be things like: a plastic piggy bank, a CD jewel case, a three-pack of bubbles, a 50 cent vending machine necklace, a box of rocks, and other odder things, each with a key inside.

So, after spending 20 - 30 minutes, opening all the small packages, finding a key in each, (much to the pleasure of the audience, and James Robert's consternation) he was ready to try opening the box.

After a moment looking through the keys, he began trying them. After a few tries, and some suggestions from the crowd, he found the right one, opened the box to find - nothing.

Then, I retrieved his present from my pocket, leaned over, and with a "here ya' go", handed James Robert's gift to him.

This was received rather well by the crowd, and while it was received a little less well by James Robert, he's a good sport.

Actually, I'm lying - he's still bitching about it.