From 0 to 60 in 1,892,160,000 Seconds

As my dad approached his 60th birthday, my mom decided he should have a surprise party for the big event.  So she planned up a super special party for the night before his birthday.  It was at the Pub (actually called City Office and Pub) in their new banquet room which is perfect for parties.  It's also... 

So the party was a big hit.  Check out the yummy cake.  There was ONE piece left.  We devoured that thing!

There were also tasty appetizers galore. More about those later...

Here's a pic of my mom and her friends before the party got too crazy.  :)

My mom also invited Greg Michael, who's the lead singer in the band Suckerpunch that my dad plays with occasionally, to play at the party.  (Yeah I know, run-on sentence, but I didn't feel like correcting it.)

So my dad was able to jam with Greg at the party.

My dad got a bottle of wine in a paper bag as a gift and Andrew fashioned the paper bag into a makeshift ear horn. (I love Google image search. I always find the greatest pictures.)

It became a running joke of the night.  "WHAT? HUH? WHAT'S THAT?" 

My dad opened his other gifts. He got a shirt that summed up the night.

He also got a gift certificate to Tilted Kilt.  Gross.

As is the case when it comes to the Keipers, the party turned into an open mic night of sorts.

Adam played a few tunes.

WHAT? HUH? WHAT'S THAT?

A couple people who weren't Keipers or related to the Keipers got up and played too. I sang Honeybee by Tom Petty with my dad and his friend.  That was so much fun.

It took a lot of convincing but we finally forced my other bro Brandon to go up and play.  He played a couple tunes also.

Andrew and I played a couple songs together but since I was the only one taking pictures that night, there's no evidence.  But Andrew did perform with my dad a little too.  Andrew and I sang a great version of Optimistic, a not-so-great version of Everlong, and an Andrew-original song called "Six Pack of D****s."  (Edited to protect the innocent.)  After the party, Andrew groaned, "Now I'm going to be known as the Six Pack of D****s guy in Rensselaer, aren't I?"  I concurred.  

I only got a couple pictures of "The Thornburgs" that night and I'm not kidding when I say that this was the best one.  Most of the pictures we were doing our Fire Marshall Bill impressions.  Super gross.

Hey! It's Roast Beef Man! (More on this later.)

Bro-in-laws conversing

Since the party was on Friday night and Dad's birthday was on Saturday, we celebrated his official turning over to the new decade at midnight.  He's 60! He likes to kick, stretch and kick! He's SIXTY!

THE FRUIT INCIDENT: After the party was over, there were loads of leftovers.  Brandon was in charge of carrying the italian beef and the fruit to the car.  On the way to the car, there was a fruit incident where we lost some of the fruit to street casualties.  Also some of the italian beef juice jumped ship and landed on Brandon's shorts, hence the name Roast Beef Man.  All Hail, THE ROAST BEEF MAN! His wife Desi said he smelled like a fried mozzarella stick.  Sexy!

So sexy in fact that Andrew couldn't resist getting an up close whiff of the juiciness.  MMM-MMM GOOD!

But all ridiculousness aside, Dad's party was incredibly fun and he rang in his 60th birthday with style.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD!!