First some background material.
When my son was born I hung out in the hospital with him and his mother until they kicked me out. It was a C section birth so everything took place during normal working hours. I was out of there around 7 or 8 o'clock and flying pretty high over this monumental change in my life.
I looked up a buddy of mine and asked if he'd be willing to tilt a few to toast the health of the new addition. Of course he agreed so I picked up some drinks and headed over to his house. I wanted a little something special for a special occasion so I picked up a bottle of Napoleon brandy to go with the usual beer fare.
We drank about half the bottle and then I pushed the cork back in and said that the next time it was pulled out will be by my son on his 18th birthday (The legal drinking age where I am is 18) and we'd finish the rest of the bottle together.
On Sunday that cork was removed and we shared a shot together before heading out on the town. I'm the guy with the beard.
This is drunken ramblings because about six hours after this picture was taken I had to carry him out of the beer gardens. Heh. Good times.