It was Gena and Ed’s birthday. Apparently here they sing happy birthday to you and shake the crap out of a champaige bottle and have no shame and literally open it on top of your head. You can see me but I literally skooted out my chair at about 90 miles an hour since I was sitting right next to Gena. Dang, thank goodness no champaigne got on me… I was not about to bring out the diva in me and get crazy on a Korean.
